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Today I go to see the last doctor to see me before my stroke...

Today I have a 10:30 appointment to see Dr. Benjamin. She was the last Dr (neurologist) to see me before my surgery. I am really excited (apprehensive) about seeing her. For those of you that are regular readers, you know who Dr. Bejamin is. For those of you unfamiliar with me, Dr. Benjamin is the Dr. that asked me to stand, touch her finger, etc. The she said that she should not even be having this conversation with me. I should be in a hospital or in a wheel chair drooling for the rest of my life. Now, 2 months tomorrow from my surgery, will be the first time she has seen me since December 22. Needless to say, I will report back what she says to me and what her impression is of me.

As a side note, Dr. Benjamin's receptionist said that I have had a real impact on the people in Des Moines. She said that people are still talking about me, my story and my recovery. Sometimes, if I was honest with  myself, I cannot really grasp the fact that less than 2 months ago, I had a stroke and now I am back to work preaching, teaching and leading a church of 165+. It is an unfathomable thing for me (for the Drs. too)

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