6 posts tagged “heart”
I had a MUGA scan today, which is a (painless) procedure to determine (with a big, costly machine) how effectively your heart pumps. At least that is what they used it for with me.
Poetry makes no sense
And need notNot to the mind
Nor even the heartBut only the Soul
That's enough!
DRB - 1/7/08 (revised)
I plugged data from my cardiologist into a calculator based on the Seattle Heart Failure Model, which I found on the web, and got an answer to a question I had wondered about: what is my "life expectancy?" The answer, taking into account my age (65) and other conditions and various medications I'm using, is 6.5 more years.
I saw the cardiologist today, and got a fairly good report. Certainly a whole lot better than back in 2003, when my lungs were so full of fluid because of heart failure that I could not breathe, could not lie down flat. Coughed almost all the time, certainly when speaking. I was on the couch a lot of the time, with my head and my feet raised. And then I slept in a Lazy Boy chair, but later raised up the front end of the bed. Still use two pills, although the bed is flat on the floor now.
It is so strange to have a real life again, a second life as it were. The first one ended when my wife of 35 years, Barbara Ann Barlow, passed away following a brief but powerful illness on January 9, 2003, at only age 60.
But now I find that, after nearly five years, I do have a whole new life--David 2.0, as it were.
And I have a wonderful new wife, too--Connie, a very fine woman--like Barbara in some significant respects (a public school teacher, Catholic, caring, kind-spirited) but different in others (ethnicity, region of origin). We were married in in mid-September 2007, three months ago.
Also, even though I am officially and formally retired, I do have some "jobs" again, too--or at least some activities.
Anyhow, to me, it is, wholly astonishing! Back in the Dark Days, of 2003 and even in 2004, I would never have thought it possible. My health was terrible, and my mood was worse. My heart was broken, figuratively and literally. I needed a lot of medical care, and had some hospitalizations. All pretty bad.
It is impossible for me to think about the future, something that the new year raises, without also thinking about my own life expectancy. For people who have heart failure (a heart weakened so that it doesn't pump enough blood), as I do, half are dead in five years, and 70% in ten years. That is from the date of diagnosis, which for me was early 2003.