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This has been a couple of weeks of major disappointments and lessons learned. I have a whole new appreciation for “self care” now, having been given an excellent opportunity to personally choose it or not. An emergency admission to the critical care unit to rule out heart attack or stroke was not the greatest way30
In a little more than a month I will turn 59 years of age. Actually, captured inside this 58-year-old body is a very young lively girl and I’m determined to let her out more often! There’s a lot to reflect upon, draw on and learn from. Getting old is not always pretty, and it definitely is not for sissies, but considering the alternative, I think it’s a pretty good option.
In honor of all those taken by heart disease, including my Mama, both grandfathers and our dear Debbie, I would like to share an excerpt from my book, wherein I recount that eventful day…
Again I found myself thinking if I had come close to dying, it really was no big deal. They asked if I had a preference of music while they did the procedure. I had already been given my pre-op cocktail intravenously, and without hesitation shouted in my infamous southern drawl, “Crank up some Skynyrd!”
On Thursday I was informed she went in for “a simple procedure,” merely a heart catheterization. She coded. It took 40 minutes to revive her. She was placed on life support. She was barely 50 years old.