At the end of 1940 Hitler’s Germany seemed unstoppable as it cruelly ruled over Czechoslovakia, Poland, Denmark, Norway, the Netherlands, Belgium, Luxembourg, and most crucially, France. Only England, led by the greatest man of the 20th century, Winston Churchill, stood bravely against the Nazi onslaught.
About twelve weeks ago I felt a sudden, sharp pain in my right elbow.
A strained muscle, I assumed. Over the next few days, the pain only increased. I told a friend about it.
He said: “You have tennis elbow.”
I said, “The closest I ever got to the game is the tennis match in Hitchcock’s Strangers on a Train.”
I made an appointment with a friend who is an Orthopedic surgeon. He examined me, sent me for an X-Ray, and said: “You have tennis elbow.”
I endured physical therapy for a few weeks, but the level and intensity of pain was off the charts .
The injections I received—cortisone, and then my own blood—did not help.
I’m scheduled for surgery tomorrow morning, April 1.
Thus, Seraphic Secret will be off-line until I can use my right arm again.
I am, however, preparing Friday Photos in advance so at least that will go live this coming Friday.