Whitney and Mike have just left. RaVoe has been here all day with me, supporting and encouraging me. We checked in at noon time. But weren’t assigned a room for an hour or more.
I can’t say enough, how important my family means to me, and the support they show me.
I am really not thinking this is the end, but as that day comes closer, it makes the prospect not just easier, but as an adventure. I have been more sensitive to pains in the last 6 days, because of the test results last week. I have kinda looked forward to this day since then. To relieve the worry that I might collapse and have that horrible pain that is supposed to accompany a heart attack.
I think about the relief that death will bring - on many levels. Honestly I don’t want to rush it. But there is some appeal.
Listening to Neil Young.
Then I think I get up at 4?!?! To continue the prep work. If they just keep me up all night they won’t need the anesthesia
I have had all restrictions removed. I skied three times last week. I took it easy, not because my lovely wife told me to, but because I have been sitting around too long.
And today I played singles, at racquetball. I played doubles last week. I am undefeated this year. The Aches and pains in my chest have mostly gone away. It is surprisingly tender to the touch my chest is. I have been told that takes a long time to go away. The Doctors have been wonderful. I have yet to find out how much things are going to cost.
What a blessing to have this behind me, and to have found out I was diseased before I was deceased. But the doctor said I was in pretty bad shape, And there are still things that couldn’t be fixed with the 4 bypasses. He told the family that, while I hadn’t come out of the anesthesia. It was a sobering moment for them. So there are things I need to do, to complete the recovery process. My diet is the biggest part of those things.
But the blessing of the surgery pales in comparison to the blessing of a new grandson!