Our Saturday columnist, Bill Hall – one of the nicest people I’ve never met in person but have had a long-running e-mail relationship with – came perilously close to going to that big newsroom in the sky.
In his column tomorrow, he writes about going into cardiac arrest last week as he was about to be operated on for a “tattered gall bladder.” He was airlifted 100 miles to Spokane for heart surgery. Everything turned out OK and he’s recuperating. I sent him this note upon receiving his column:
Wow! I’m so glad you’re doing well, Bill. Kudos to your surgeon. I would not want to have to break it to your TNT fans that your column would not be running anymore.
However, I’m trained to look for holes in stories. So, whatever happened to the tattered gall bladder? Cheryl
They buttoned me back up without going after the gall bladder. I’m on blood thinners for six weeks and then we’ll go for the old bag again.
Thanks for the kind words. I would miss our association. But the news is mostly good. The heart was undamaged. The clogged artery is opened, and the surgeon says I’m back to where I had assumed I was, looking at a couple more decades of breathing and of knowing people like you. BH
Readers who’d like to drop Bill a get-well note can reach him at firstname.lastname@example.org or 1012 Prospect Ave., Lewiston, ID 83501.