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by William Martin
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urethral stump and the connection, known as an
anastamosis, was made. After reattaching various
blood vessels and inserting drains that would
draw off blood and other fluids over the next few
days, my remaining parts were put back into
place as neatly as possible and the incision was
closed.
I was, of course, quite unaware of all this. I had
expected to struggle out of a deep fog and had
wondered how long it would take, after I began to
regain consciousness, to realize where I was and
to start trying to find out precisely which of the
possible outcomes had been attained. I do not
know if the sparing use of general anesthetic
made my return to wakefulness easy. All I know,
all I care about knowing, is that the first words I
heard, from a green-clad medical person I did not
recognize - were entirely comprehensible and
wonderfully welcome: "The lymph nodes were
clear, and we spared both nerve bundles."
"What about blood," I asked.
"You didn't need any."
I raised clenched fists in grateful triumph.
Three for three.
End of Chapter 8
Chapter 9 follows his recovery
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