On January 9th I had out-patient surgery at Stanford to
switch out my impulse generator. The battery
was running out of energy and needed to be replaced. A
week later, here at home, I was changing the dressing on my
chest incision
My grandson asked, "Grandpa, what's THAT?" I replied,
"I had a little operation."
Leo exclaimed, with a look of horror on his face, "The doctor cut
you? WHY? (Leo is 5 years old).
My response was limited by my inability to speak in long
sentences, "I have a battery
powered brain." He quipped,
"Grandpa, you're a robot!"
and proceeded to run around the house yelling, "Mommy, mommy, did you know that Grandpa
is a robot? He has batteries!"
Life is good.
