When Can I Dance?

I had my first heart attack on a Tuesday in June of 2018, but have no fear! I am not about to drag you through years of my boring medical history. I only mention this, because that particular heart attack failed to get my attention. It was no big deal. It took several hours for me to figure out that I was in trouble and even longer for me to get to the ER where they rushed me into surgery, to implant stents into my clogged arteries. 

After that, I languished in the hospital for a couple of days, where my most earnest question was "When can I dance?" The hospital staff thought that was a funny question. Everyone did! However, my dance family who rallied around me soon after my surgery, did not! They were sympatico. We were Latin dancers and to us, dancing was akin to breathing. Bailar! Bailar! Some of us were to perform that weekend and the show must go on! And it did! Five days later, I was back on the floor performing and dancing. I danced and danced! In fact, I danced like a maniac! Until the world shut down.