Life Is There To Be Lived

That was the motto on September 17th 2008 and I kept the date sheet.
2008. Ingo survived.

As usual, on weekends they do nothing in hospitals here. Monday, maybe also only Tuesday they do the gastroscopy.

He´s in a room of four, oh, yikes.
One guy´s got something with his lungs - I heard him through the phone!!!

Am I thankful our boss makes sure in case of hospital we have single rooms, two, max.
Yes. I am spoiled having gotten this chance in 2002, to find and get this job.

I´m off to the hospital now.
Anger was fear, I guess.

From there I´m off to Bro.
And to Ingo´s parents. I could also say my parents in law, but that sounds still weird.
But they are and also behave like that, thankful, again, here.

And life is there to be lived, right?

Oh, man.
I just have no faith in the doctors of Salzdahlumer´s... but I should! 6 years gone by. New docs maybe. And positive thoughts.
And apples...