It's a fine image. I'm sure I'll give it a try.

After my heart transplant, I was supposed to blow into this smelly blue tube to get my lungs working again. I said, "Hell with that," and sang. And sang. In a teensy tiny voice at first, but I sang things that took lots of breath. (My favorite was "Deck the Halls." It really moves along.) When the lady came back 2 days later and said, "Have you been working on your breath exercises?" I said yes and she made me blow into the tube to see if I had improved. She said, "Well, you don't have to do that anymore, your breathing is pretty strong now."

So I guess if I could sing for hours while I was freshly stitched and stapled up, I'll sing as long as I can....

Rita