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Show 169 "So what is the problem?" he is asking. "Oh, nothing, really." He is casual in his response. "I just have to find a moment to fit you into the surgical schedule tomorrow," he is saying and Hy and I are both amazed to consider that I might actually be fit in to the surgical schedule within a day. "You might have to be hungry for awhile - maybe even until late in the evening." I am assuring him that I will willingly pay this small price to have my catheter replaced with a working version. Faith has faxed Dr. Chappie the anesthesia recipe from my records and Dr. Chappie will administer it. I will go without food and water, of course, until after the surgery. It will be a joyful fast. It is late in the night as I begin to awaken. It is a familiar pain, front and back. The catheter has been replaced. I am drifting back to sleep, content. "I put in a shunt catheter instead," Dr. Howard is saying the following morning. He had considered the best options and decided that this type of catheter would work much better than even the |