For some reason, a song from my youth has been running through my head this afternoon: Hi ho, hi ho, it’s off to work we go. Finally realized it was the seven dwarfs in Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs singing. Do not know why.

It is Sunday afternoon. I am finally home in my own abode. Fourteen days in the hospital followed by eleven days at Lisa’s.

Good to be “home.”

Today the first I have felt normal. Feel good. Lost 13 pounds. Most amazing thing is I have been walking yesterday and today without my cane. Cane it be the pacemaker? The cane has been my best friend for 3 years. Don’t worry. I am not being foolish. If I need it, I will use it.

I have many friends locally in Key West. I am going to make a request. PLEASE DO NOT VIST ME. I will be back in the hospital Wednesday for further tests and surgery has been scheduled for 8:30 Thursday morning. I need to get strong. The gout denied me of almost two weeks of physiotherapy. Exercises to build my body up for the valve surgery. I need the few days to get ready. Talking will exhaust me.

I am not trying to be disrespectful. I am sure all understand.

Probably no more blog till after the surgery. I hope to have it followed with at least a week of physiotherapy in Miami. I plan on bringing my laptop with me so I can write.

Love you all!

Thank you for your thoughts and prayers.


  1. Thank God you’re okay!! Rumor had it you died!! So glad it isn’t true and you’re mending well. Prayers for your valve surgery and recovery. We sure have missed you!! Keep us posted, please. We love you, too!

  2. Louis – The TAVR procedure for the Aortic Valve Replacement is a walk in the park, so fear not old friend! You’ll be amazed at how much better you’re going to feel when its done. I too thought you had perished based upon the whack jobs that posted previously on your blog proclaiming they knew the facts. Glad they were just lying.

    On another note, so happy to see your youngest (and Corey) still caring for her Father the way she always has. She is truly there for you, as you have always been for her. Thank God.

    You’re one tough son of a B and you’re going to be fine.

    Miss talking with you.

    Hang in there.

  3. Don’t worry about a thing, Lou. Your best buddy Don wo;; keep us posted (and scolded) about your status, he knows EVERYTHING about you and won’t let you down.

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