Thank you for those words, T.S. Eliot. And all the rest of the words, too, in your most excellent poetry. These words are from “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock,” my favorite Eliot poem, and if you have never read it, you owe it to yourself to do so.
The rest of this particular section goes as follows:
“In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.”
But sometimes, we don’t have time for indecision (decision and revision), and it’s important to remember that every minute we have is precious.
We’ve had a death in the family this week, and our last visit with our loved one was very precious, indeed. We found out today that my own beloved has to have a cardiac catheterization. Has that got me thinking about our time on earth? You bet it does. Now, before I sound too melodramatic, cardiac caths are done every single minute of every single day somewhere on earth, and most of the patients do exceedingly well. In fact, most of them find out there’s nothing at all wrong with their coronary arteries or their valves. I pray that’s what we find out, too. But it just makes you stop for a minute, you know?
Just so you are aware, the cath is taking place next Wednesday, April 26 – the day I was supposed to do a book signing at St. Luke’s Hospital Gift Shop. I have notified the Director that we’ll need to reschedule, and when we do, we’ll make sure that information is available to you. It’s secondary info for this post, but I wanted to make you aware.
We carry on, don’t we? No matter what, we carry on.