Simply a dream

We've all seen this movie before.

Look at your left paw, and clench your fist. This is a locomotive. Now look at your right hand, and do the same thing. This could be you or me. Me, for sure. Now let's paint this dream in a matrix like teal wash, for full sinister effect.

Start the flick. The trick here is to race the train over the railway crossing. If you lose, you really lose. It's only a dream, anyway, right? If you beat the odds -- and the chances of survival here, are actually in your favour -- then you wake up. And you get a second chance at life.

This is the start of Week Two with a new heart, and progress to report. After six days in hospital, I'm now home on the mend from that much-needed train wreck called cardiac triple by-pass surgery on Tuesday, October 10, 2006. A little banged up and swollen, but OK.

As one of the orderlies stated on her morning rounds, "Any day you can walk away from a train wreck, Tony, is a good day, eh?" Couldn't agree more.

On other fronts, my thanks for your quiet thoughts and prayers, that apparently came from many different quarters. Very much appreciated from this new side of life.