Early this morning I received a telephone call from the Renfrew hospital canceling my scheduled cancer surgery because the anaesthetist was concerned that I have a pacemaker and there was no cardiac facility available in the event of emergency.  The suggestion arose that I may have to relocate to the Ottawa hospital unless they can find another anaesthetist in Renfrew who is willing to undertake the task. This is not the first time my pacemaker has caused concern, most recently related to Magnetic Resonance Imaging. Meanwhile my related nuclear medicine at the Pembroke hospital was also canceled as well as the Carebridge driver to and from the Renfrew hospital.

As I considered the import of this information and adapted myself to the amendment,  I found myself absorbed in two points in particular.  One, disruptions happen all the time; and two, adjustment is the only objective. Becoming frustrated by delay and change is the thing to be avoided. The progression of time is generally so rapid and insensible that It amounts to useless preoccupation to stew about it. The recognition of life’s realities is besides a well merited accomplishment, certainly one surpassing the alternative of bemoaning the chance fate. I won’t however go so far as to suggest a supernatural consequence of such evolution (though this is not to close the door on the possibility of unwitting fortuity arising as a result of the alteration).

In the end I resolve the matter best by falling back upon my initial proposition; namely, it’s the concern of my physician only! While I acknowledge the humorous and dismissive elements to the observation, I nonetheless adhere to its critical nature and cogent paramountcy. Fiddleheaded thinking is at best romantic; at worse it is dithering distraction. In the circumstances I prefer to spare the deprivation of either.