April 12, 1:15 a.m.
Dear Friends -- I will be brief. I am writing NOT to be self-serving or bring attention to myself, but during the Easter weekend, I was carried via ambulance from my hometown, Hamilton, Ala., to Tupelo, Miss., to the North Mississippi Medical Center for what the EMTs said to be that I had a stroke.
That was on Easter and I was in the hospital until the next Wednesday. I did have a stroke and during the stroke, my heart was kicked off-natural rhythm.
So with the four doctors, three physical therapists, I was treated by some of the most gifted medical personnel I have ever known.
The reason that I am sending you this is because I am not up to writing any hubs at the particular time and I have a heart specialist meeting on May 3, 2018, and I will know from there what I can do and what I cannot.
But this, I do know. I am not a perfect man. Never said I was, but God IS. He stood by me in the shadows and fears that accompany such an event. And will continue to carry me the rest of the way.
I hope to see you all very soon. Oh, and have a safe and happy Spring time.