I don’t want this blog to expire or go away…but don’t have anything huge to add about my physical health. I’m sorta cruisin’ along on a slow, downward spiral. Still pretty strong and, as long as there’s no hill, I’m good.
Chest pains and nitro occasionally. Taking all my drugs to stay alive and starting free-weight regime to get in better shape. It was okayed by docs and I’m finally ready to go. I need to really develop my upper body for heart transplant surgery.
Actually did Yoga with Judy this morning. She’s a trained yoga instructor, so I was in good hands. Dang, it’s so much harder than I thought! I’m so stiff…need to bend and stretch! She’s a perfect leader…quiet, directive, watching and praising. It was kinda nice, though we thoroughly freaked out Noosh and Maddie. Plus, I should have vacuumed the area rug before doing the Child pose and planting my face….
Between bike-riding (we roll on Electra Townies…black with colored polka-dots that match my crazy helmut and a set of rad “Fat Franks” on the wheels), yoga and weight-lifting, hoping I will reach a physical level that will max out my chances for heart-transplant recovery and success.
Back about 16 months ago, when I stopped writing regularly in this blog, I had gotten a supposedly VERY accurate prognosis for my heart failure. Before the experimental Ventricular Remodeling surgery I had, I took a course at Baylor University on the surgery. From that, I get some cardiology emails regularly that a patient wouldn’t normally get. One had the results of a study on this surgery which concluded that it wasn’t recommended. What was interesting in the study, though, was the mention of a heart failure prognosis tool at a Seattle university that had an accuracy rating of + – 3%. I got into the online tool and, since I had all my test numbers, plugged them in and got a date: March 27, 2010. Oy. + or – 3%.
Jude didn’t want to know the date. I pretty much stopped blogging as this was a pretty big piece of information about my health about which I couldn’t write. But I put it on my calendar, which she shares on Google, forgetting that someday we would get into 2010 and she would see it. She did. So March 27 approaches.
Is it in my head? Yes. Am I going to “make my own reality” or manifest my own demise by dwelling on it or expecting it? Hell, no!
But, c’mon. If you were me and you had a date for your terminal illness, wouldn’t it be in your head? I think I should have a party that day. Yeah, that would be COOL.
So I’m kickin’ ass, living the dream, laughing a lot and thoroughly enjoying life with my best friend. Every day is a good day to be alive. Every single day. Bar none.
Now go out there and create something!!
