The medical saga continues...The news isn't so good...



Ms. Kudu, Willie and Mike, and Joe.

Willie and warthogs, all getting along.

Wildebeest Willie, he's quite a guy!

Willie, six kudus, and a few pigs stopped by last night.


Basket stopped by last night.  His right ear has healed but is mostly gone. 




"Sighting of the Day in the Bush"

Bushbanies

It's almost 2130 hours, 9;30 pm, Wednesday night and we're back in Nelspruit at the Leaves Lodge & Spa.  The conversation with the doctor this morning was short and to the point, "You have a 100% blockage in the artery in front of the heart (the left anterior) and you need angioplasty immediately, or possibly open heart surgery."

My mouth dropped open.  I can't believe this.  Nor can Tom.  How did this happen?  Of course, we're both wrecks.  Now, we wait in Nelspruit for the approval from our insurance company.  If they decline, we must pay the entire bill out of pocket, a huge unexpected expense. 

If we miss the window of opportunity for tomorrow's procedure, the angioplasty, we'll have to wait until next Tuesday.  The doctor only goes to surgery on Tuesdays and Thursdays.  We won't make our Thursday flight to Kenya, nor will we make our one-week hotel stay (prepaid) in Kenya.

If open heart surgery is necessary, oh dear, that will be at least six weeks during which we'll have to stay in South Africa.  We'll lose tens of thousands of dollars in prepaid future travels, flights and a cruise back to the US.  

But, its the way it is and we have no choice but to figure this out.  In reality, we knew a day like this would come.  We just didn't think it would be now.  My laptop died tonight.  I am writing this on my phone.  Oh.  

I couldn't move photos around.  Will fix at later date.  Will be back as soon as possible with updates.

Thanks for all the love.  Too many to respond to but will keep tryimg.  You people are wonderful! Thanks so much.olio
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Photo from one year ago today, February 6, 2018:
The seas were wild through the Drake Passage in Antarctica as we headed back to Ushuaia, Argentina.  It wasn't as wild as it could have been.  But, as usual, Tom and I felt fine, free of any seasickness.  For more, please click here.

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