It was “bloody two o’clock in the morning!” when Mom’s shouting alerted me from my reverie. I was dancing the night away with Fred Astaire in our overgrown closet of a living room in the old duplex on Franklin Street – at least I was in my mind. My imagination carried me away as I watched the great dance star on the old black and white movie on TV.
A surgeon might save your life someday, but vanity and hasty decisions can bite baby boomers in the butt!
A surgery is elective in my book unless its purpose is to save your life, or prevents you from becoming deformed or crippled, or stop terrible pain.
And, unless someone is using a scalpel to remove a splinter, there is no such thing as minor surgery.
Like most of us, my opinions are based on my life experience. I do not claim to be qualified to give professional medical advice. We each need to make our own decisions. It is not up to the doctor – it is up to you because you are the one who must live with the consequences – good or bad. Continue reading “Baby Boomers Beware – Eight Surgery Tips”