
So. Ingo is on his way to Lueneburg.
He´ll stay overnight at his brother´s place and tomorrow morning he´s due.
Hopefully the last surgery.
The last tube gets out.
I don´t have a good feeling about it, dunno why.
Fingers crossed all goes well.
And then close this chapter.
This title... well.
Long ago I broke my arm. Very long story. At some point I had to sign that I understand it is very possible I might loose the function of my right hand.
There I stood, January night in the hall of the Hannover Medical School, calling my Mom, crying in fear.
She was harsh. More yelling that telling me that if I don´t stop being that negative it will go wrong.
That was the first time in my life that I really tried to think positively.
Maybe I pushed some molecules.
My right hand is just fine.