One of the reasons I started this blog besides having a platform to talk about tech stuff and other things that interest, amuse, and infuriate me, was to use this opportunity to pass on things I’ve learned throughout my life. A blog is a good forum for that as it’s not a captive media- if something doesn’t interest you then you simply pass it over. But it’s a therapeutic way for me to recount some major events that will make me feel better having told it and might help others at the same time.Almost three years ago I underwent a life-shaking period that many experience and none are ever prepared for. I had open heart surgery at the way too young age of 45, an event that I certainly was not expecting nor ready to endure. I’d like to chronicle this experience a little at a time and will post it in installments so as not to overwhelm you the reader nor me the storyteller.Pull up a chair and read on if you wish. Maybe you’ll find something that will benefit you- if not that’s OK. I’m writing it for me.
I had a condition that cardiologists refer to as the “widowmaker” because usually the first symptom you experience is a fatal, massive coronary. You drop dead. Game over with no warning. Well, you could say the warning signs are there even if subtle but there are no genuine symptoms. I was very fortunate to have one symptom that served as a warning and allowed me the opportunity to get fixed. Not fixed like a dog, but repaired as in faulty equipment.”Mr. Kendrick, can you hear me? I’m Mrs. Reinhard, the patient care facilitator here at Methodist hospital. Are you comfortable? I’ll be making sure your wife and family are OK while you’re in surgery as you’ll be there for a while. Do you want to tell me anything before they take you back?”I have to think about that one. I’m so cold, it’s so cold in here. How should I respond that won’t conflict with my Southern upbringing. You must be stoic when confronted with the most terrifying thing in your entire life. Scared beyond words that you will never wake up. Scared that they won’t be able to fix your problem. Scared that you’ll never, ever see your beautiful wife and wonderful children again. Terrified that you’ll be an invalid after the surgery.”Thank you but I’m fine.””You understand the procedure you’re about to undergo, right Mr. Kendrick? Would you like to talk about it or ask me any questions?””No, I’m fine. Tell my wife that I love her and I’ll see her shortly. She doesn’t handle upsetting things very well.””Well, OK, Mr. Kendrick. Don’t you worry- Dr. Lawrie is one of the best surgeons in the world and you’ll be just fine. I’ll sit with your wife for a while and make sure she knows what’s going on with your procedure. They’ll be coming to take you into surgery in a few minutes. I’ll see you in the recovery room.”As she walked away I hoped that Sheri would be OK. A single tear trickled involuntarily down my cheek. I suppose it was still there when the doctors and nurses started their work.