Dear Beverly

Just stopped in to say hello.

             You remembered me.

Always.

Were symptoms masked?

Carotid stenosis and the aftermath of the event you experienced at Thanksgiving in 2008 can present in similar fashions.

Reduced blood flow to the brain. 
Oh, she’s just confused … give her another pill.

Slurred speech … too much to drink, again.  Right?

A pill for this.

A pill for that.

Was there a pill for being 95% stenosis of the proximal half of the left anterior descending branch?

Was there a pill for being 70% stenosis of the proximal half of the right coronary artery?

Did the pill pushers, I mean doctors, even know?

They couldn’t have known … 95% stenosis of the proximal half of the left anterior descending branch is a heart attack waiting to happen.   That’s emergency room stuff.

Why bother with such things.

You were nothing more than a prisoner being warehoused.

A pill for this.

A pill for that.

And I’m not supposed to be angry?

Anger only begins to describe how I feel about what was done to you.

Sad tune today … sad tune … you called ‘em “tunes.”   

Link:   Billy Dean: Somewhere in My Broken Heart

You made up your mind it was time it was over
After we had come so far.
I think there's enough pieces of forgiveness
Some where in my broken heart.

I would not have chosen the road you have taken,
It has left us miles apart.
I think I can still find the will to keep going
Some where in my broken heart.

So fly. Go ahead and fly,
Till you find out who you are.
And I, I will keep my love unspoken
Some where in my broken heart.

I hope that in time you will find what you long for.
Love that's written in the stars.
When you finally do, I think you will see
It's some where in my broken heart.

Girl, I, I will keep my love unspoken
Some where in my broken heart.

I hope that in time you will find what you long for.
Love that's written in the stars.
When you finally do, I think you will see
It's some where in my broken
Some where in my broken
Some where in my broken heart.