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By Lou Powsner

Way back when year 2008 was born, we toasted to a happy, healthy New Year ahead.

The prime targets on the horizon were the annual May reunion of ‘Kelley’s Kobras,’ my mates of yesteryear in World War II, in the far reaches of the western Pacific, culminating with victory and a return home in very late 1945.

Each May - the 494 Bomb Group survivors gather for a half week reunion in a different city in America. This year we were calendared to see and greet, to wine and dine discretely in Washington DC, starting May 15.

Looking further ahead a “must” on our calendar is the long anticipated wedding on Decoration Day of our first grand daughter my “Blonde Bouquet,” Lori Powsner, to her fiancé, Max Backman, my grandson in-law-to-be.

Just like Lori’s brothers (Michael and Stephen) her wedding will be on held on the Memorial Day weekend (this year, May 26)

But for Lou Powsner, this year started on the wrong foot -- (a very wrong foot).

When I rented an apartment for a Puerto Rico vacation, everything looked sparklingly new. Our only complaint to our friendly Mercado rentors was that the toilet seat did not remain “up” when in the lifted position.

Evidently the mechanic was not able to make it stay “up” and that became our unfortunate mishap.

During one mid-night visit, and due to the seat “malfunction” Lou Powsner, on a too slippery tiled floor, took a spill and landed on an already swollen left foot.

That foot became my burden, that I have borne too long. It had finally healed nicely last December, after Dr. Elizabeth Harrington had surgically inserted a stent. The stent had at last healed a prior wound. But the foot again bore the hurt of this bathroom fall, the leg was skinned, creating a wound that would not heal, once again.

I dialed 911 and was rushed to Ashford Presbyterian Hospital in emergency. It was there that I met Dr. Robert Luis Ruiz, the most skilled of all the doctors that followed in succession, I later went to three hospitals, all unsuccessful, the chief of vascular surgery had only one advice for me, at the beautiful Auzillio Motuo Hospital, she said “You should go home.” We felt that she was wrong. I had been home with a bad leg and had seen 5 prominent vascular specialists at 5 hospitals and they had not closed my prior wound.

Finally, after my discharge I took my army cane to dinner at the neighboring Ponderosa restaurant. Bad luck tripped my cane on my way across the busy road and I tripped on a pothole, laying there with traffic flowing incessantly. Luckily the guard of my Isla Verde condo spotted me and stopped traffic flow to bring me back safely, but, not to my condo, to the next hospital.

In mid March, I returned home very briefly and then to Beth Abraham Hospital, there my Dr. Jonas ordered me to transfer for therapy. Left to my choice, I selected Sheepshead Bay Therapeutic Center for Rehabilitation.

I knew too well how my dearly departed wife fell on a staircase at home. She lay in a hospital for two utterly helpless days, then we transferred to Sheepshead, there they started her therapy as soon as they had quelled her pains.

It was a siege that required 5 months of rehab and Eileen Williams, a devoted hired nurse, but she came home, almost like new and we wrote a column of praise for Sheepshead.

I hope that God will grant me a renewed pardon and let me walk out of here once again.

Meantime I shall have to seek the pardons of my buddies convening in DC, this year. God granting, maybe we can convene once again next year.

But we look forward to have Lori Powsner’s May 26 wedding and a visit from my nephew Jeff Pruzan, who is brining his mom, my only sister Ann, to the wedding, flying her from Charlotte, North Carolina. Please make it so Lord.

Updated 11:48 am, January 16, 2019
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