Two years ago: Me. Dayle. Ronald Reagan Medical Center at UCLA. Dr. Berke. Throat surgery. The most surreal (and miraculous) week of my life.
The "surreal" part is another post for another day. The "miraculous" part? Well, to make a LONG story short, due to a rare vocal condition, my voice had all but quit working. Dr. Berke (and his expert team) rewired it and put it back together again. I'm eternally grateful.
Below is a stroll down Memory Lane:
Leaving on a jet plane - despite Hurricane Ike.
Dr. Berke's office.
Wombie: Her sister's keeper.
Me...waiting for final inspection prior to surgery the next day.
Me with Dr. Berke--my brilliant knight in the brown shirt.
Twelve of the most gorgeous yellow roses I've ever seen.
The whispering, monotone patient, smiling for Wombie (reflected in the glass).
The Pacific Ocean, glistening like a gem.