I phoned my natural mother, Ellen, last night in Florida, where she lives with her husband, Duane. He is an American by birth and Ellen became one in the 1970s. They have two sons, Keith and Peter, both of whom are also in Florida. Ellen gave me up for adoption soon after my birth and I traced her much later. We are all now firmly in touch and we get along very well.
My main reason for phoning was that Duane had been in hospital to have a stent fitted into an artery in his heart, something which happened to me four years ago. However, the medics decided it wasn't necessary, after all, once they were able to look, so that is a good thing.
Wednesday, 8 April 2009
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