After the initial period of continuing a daily life uninterrupted on the surface but with the mind swirling, and feeling like the hand of death was dancing over my head in the same way as Paul McCartney was depicted on the cover of Sgt Peppers Lonely Hearts Club band when his demise was being "proved", a series of questions have evolved.
The Questions:
So what exactly is involved with the issue and my heart?
What are the potential remedies?
What are the complications to any remedies?
Having been treated with cholesterol lowering drugs since my late thirties, have I been paying money needlessly and been ripped off?
What exercise is potentially bad exercise?
If my heart is affected by narrowing of the arteries, what about arteries in other parts of my body and how will I know about these?
What can I change today to help me in the future?
Do I tell my children?
I have been dealing with the answers to these questions with enough success to know what is going on but not enough to answer them all. In time that will be clearer. What is quite clear though is when the pack of genetic cards were shuffled in my making, the last laugh was with the shuffler as it was ensured there was a joker in the pack. Whilst my dealt cards contained fitness, good looks, modesty and the ability to sing the song" That's the way aha aha I like it aha aha" entirely using burps, the latent card of high blood pressure and hypercholesterolaemia ( high cholesterol) was the hidden gem.
On my fathers side their hearts were like the Volkswagen Beetle, low revving and indestructible. My mother's contribution however reads more like the MG Rover in a study by Warranty Direct, with the worst possible failure rate of any motor car. It had virtually prematurely eliminated her side of the family although not entirely,( yahoo for genetic variability, there is hope) and had lead her to bypass surgery at fifty eight years of age. The surgery it must be noted led her to the ripe of age of eighty three. Yahoo, thank you modern medicine!
You can't blame existence, you can't lay blame at anything really. It is what it is.Make the most of any situation and proceed with factual answers. And therefore to the list of questions, next time.
Wednesday, 26 November 2014
Sunday, 23 November 2014
There are plenty of things that are on the loose out there that can wreak havoc with one's life. Some we can prepare for, some we can insure for, some we can do no more than sit and wait to see if the gun pointing in your direction is loaded and actually aimed at you.
A good world is a world where you can be appreciated and at least given the time of day when you make mistakes. Mistakes are part of life and can lead to a learning experience. Mistakes are the progenitor cells of change. Mistakes are the tear drops from the marbled statues of the God of Freedom and The God of Happiness.
Not all change results from mistakes. Sometimes serendipity lends a hand or it's opposite face, zemblanity. The smile and the sneer. As they say, " Shit happens."
It has been my knowledge for two weeks now that I require a procedure on my heart. Fifty nine years old, fit, active, an ox of a man ha ha.
The stress test had resulted in the comment by the person conducting the test,
"Not many people can go as long as you have!"
The ultrasound had all provided a very positive result.
"Your heart is very strong and performing well."
Given a family history of heart issues, the cardiologist felt is reasonable to have a CT angiogram.
"It is non invasive compared to an operative angiogram and look, it is up to you but I have never felt that having one was a waste of time."
The wonders of hindsight! It was a shock to be given a phone call two weeks later, outside what I had thought was the danger time when I would have received a call if there had been an issue, to be told I had numerous narrowings in the arteries around the heart and I needed an operative angiogram and quite likely a stent or stents.
Right I thought, wondering now if any movement might be my last. What does this all mean? A brain fog descended. Thoughts drifted eerily through the clouds unable to form questions and without the questions there could be no answers.
It would be some time within the next four weeks that I would have my procedure. I needed to take some time just to think and that is what I have done. The biggest tension is the emotional wrangle. This is suddenly "Your Life" and it is no longer a game show. At the same time you have to quickly rise above the melodrama and get on with it.
I have decided to involve you in my having a coronary angiogram. Yeah, it might read like a soap opera, but it will be true. It will be a reflection of not only the procedure and operative and post operative care, but of restoring or making the most of someone's emotional and sensual self.
A good world is a world where you can be appreciated and at least given the time of day when you make mistakes. Mistakes are part of life and can lead to a learning experience. Mistakes are the progenitor cells of change. Mistakes are the tear drops from the marbled statues of the God of Freedom and The God of Happiness.
Not all change results from mistakes. Sometimes serendipity lends a hand or it's opposite face, zemblanity. The smile and the sneer. As they say, " Shit happens."
It has been my knowledge for two weeks now that I require a procedure on my heart. Fifty nine years old, fit, active, an ox of a man ha ha.
The stress test had resulted in the comment by the person conducting the test,
"Not many people can go as long as you have!"
The ultrasound had all provided a very positive result.
"Your heart is very strong and performing well."
Given a family history of heart issues, the cardiologist felt is reasonable to have a CT angiogram.
"It is non invasive compared to an operative angiogram and look, it is up to you but I have never felt that having one was a waste of time."
The wonders of hindsight! It was a shock to be given a phone call two weeks later, outside what I had thought was the danger time when I would have received a call if there had been an issue, to be told I had numerous narrowings in the arteries around the heart and I needed an operative angiogram and quite likely a stent or stents.
Right I thought, wondering now if any movement might be my last. What does this all mean? A brain fog descended. Thoughts drifted eerily through the clouds unable to form questions and without the questions there could be no answers.
It would be some time within the next four weeks that I would have my procedure. I needed to take some time just to think and that is what I have done. The biggest tension is the emotional wrangle. This is suddenly "Your Life" and it is no longer a game show. At the same time you have to quickly rise above the melodrama and get on with it.
I have decided to involve you in my having a coronary angiogram. Yeah, it might read like a soap opera, but it will be true. It will be a reflection of not only the procedure and operative and post operative care, but of restoring or making the most of someone's emotional and sensual self.
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