This is what I wrote. I had forgotten who I was. I once had someone tell me, we are what we repeatedly do. Anyway....

Hi Lisa: it is so sweet of you to take the time to write.

I have been able to process this event in the past few days. I was just telling my dear wife, I have led an extraordinary life. I have experienced extraordinary creative moments. I have loved and lost. I have been betrayed and been dishonest myself and experienced regret. I have known both joy and deep sorrow. Most of all I have been loved deeply and loved others deeply.

The actual truth of my life is that it has been in many ways miraculous. When I write miraculous I genuinely mean miraculous. There is no other way a man of my worldly limitations could have survived 75 years of a privileged and celebrated life.

Many years ago I was called to a meaningful spiritual experience which at the time seemed utterly insane after living my life in work that brought me before the public eye. This spiritual experience was not something I either planned or sought. I was in essence and actuality delivered to it. It took me far from the maddening crowd and instilled in me a humility one cannot experience through one's own understanding of how to accomplish becoming humble.

My apologies for endlessly going on but in that time I came to accept the promises of what some might refer to as the universe and some might refer to as God.

In my previous panic it was as if I had completely forgotten the miraculous experiences of that time out of the world of security and significance. I am pleased that I have a world renowned surgeon who assures me all will be well but my acceptance of what is happening and the calm I am experiencing is not because of him or an appointment for surgery but what I was shown in my time of coming to see life for what it is and what it could be but more importantly my perception of what I had to endure to know true joy and love as well as truth itself and the promise of life everlasting.