My music preference leans towards classical.
This past week as I was readied for surgery,
a nurse asked me where I sang. In my church
and with other local groups.
With the Syracuse Chorale and
the Berkshire Choral International
this August in the Prague castle.
As I inhaled the sedation through the mask,
the last thought I recall was about music.
Imagine my surprise when I awoke and
began to sing aloud! I couldn’t believe the
operation was done. But singing?
Nurses and doctors commented as I
continued singing in the operating room and
down the hall to post-op. No nerves to
interfere with my solo performance!
Never giving it one thought, I continued.
Singing while on my back has always
been easy. Whatever came to mind, came
out of me: Amazing Grace, Italian, Latin, German
and whatever I recalled singing the last two
years it seems. The brain intrigues me.
If I had planned the performance, it would
not have happened. Spontaneity.
No stress now that the operation was over,
I continued in between sips of water. Then
the anesthesiologist came by to listen. He
seemed particularly sensitive to music tool
Glancing at his phone, he sang a solo, a church hymn.
Asking to see the lyrics, I sang along with him.
We continued singing and conversing. He had a
beautiful voice. It seemed we were alone. Passing
hospital staff turned our way and smiled.
Who would have guessed that an operation could
be filled with music? How wonderful he
shared the moments with me.
Music connects people. It is its
own language. An international
language. The joy it brings is indescribable.
My Irish mother in heaven was with me
singing on her birthday. I am convinced
this happened because of her and my father
who gave us the gift of music as children
and nurtured it. Grateful!
Note: Thank you to Sally Rose Dolak for some of the lovely photos from Costa Rica.