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Getting ready for surgery number 09
12. Johan, the nurse, lit up the room
with his ‘Guten Morgen’ smile.
I reach out to greet him with my left
hand, the only limb I have intact
which is also busy holding a razor.
“What’s with the shaving before
every operation?” he asks me as he
tidies up the room. My first answer
was a question: “What would you
do if you were attending a wedding
Johan?” He looks puzzled.
“Whose wedding are you invited
to?” he replies. “Mine,” I say, in a
matter-of-fact voice.“With whom?”
he continues to interrogate.
“Who knows!” I exclaim “I want
her to be Zoe!” (Zoe means Life
in Greek). I pause for a while
and I casually affirm: “I’m ready,
whatever the case.”
Once Johan directs me to lie down,
he wheels my bed to the operating
room. I close my eyes. I’m flying over
my Akamas. You’ve guessed it.
I smile.
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