Bonnie...
Bonnie...
..if it weren't for your invitation to Heart Talk I would've been left without a reason to return to this website.
I almost didn't get in this time (medical library). When I was given the reasons (as I posted earlier), I went into my 'look 'em in the eye and shut-up!' mode (--the see who breaks the silince tactic, --the primary negotiator CANNOT break it!). I have about ten different negotiating tactics (yes, getting on my knees and begging is one of them).
--Even if my original post, in a way was a lie, it wasn't intentional I was only going with what I though was so.
Now I'm wondering where I learned or heard about pig valves in 1963, I've never delved into such subjects before my first post in this board.
----Nancy,
"About a year later he appeared in failure and was operated again with bypass and an attemp to suture the hole in one leaflet was made (artificial valves were not available at the time )".
After my first operation. I went home to find the 'gang' playing touch football (half of the teams consisted of girls), since there was a slot I 'jumped in' (my mother was at work when I got home). I don't remember why I got to go back in, I thought I was doing fine.
"He did well for about ten days and his diastolic pressure went down and it was apparent the hole opened up. He was
reoperated and the hole patched with a plug of ivalon sponge".
When I got to the 'typical' hospital room (no tubes and free to move) I felt so good and decided that I had to 'tone' my muscles, you know, for the girls, I started on a regimen of push-ups. After that I don't recall what happened.
Yesterday, Sunday I had another anxiety attack (both because of complaining, cry-baby patients).
Saturday evening, this 40-something year-old accross my bed asked me (in front of his daughter/son-in-law) what I was in for and I replied, I'm going for surgery Tuesday (I didn't even mention the type of surgery). Immediately he blurps, you're lucky, you're up and around, I've got cancer, I'm worse off then you are and started his sob story. After that episode I didn't want to cross words with him again, and didn't.
From this point on I felt he hated me for my 'being is such great shape.' What he didn't know was that come Tuesday I could be in the 20% of statistics (my chances are 80%, I was told that 90% is for first timers).
That's ONE of the reasons I was 'postponing' the operation for two years, I was trying to put my 'operation money' together so that I wouldn't be thrown into a 'warehouse' (four patient room) full of 'lunatics.'
It is known that individuals with chronic pains feel worse when 'the spouse' is near-by (I cannot imagine why), though one observation I've noticed is that my pains/condition GET WORSE when inside a hospital.
I would rather keep clear of hospitals up until the operation date. Patients should be allowed in and out provisions between all those tests, ESPECIALLY the out portion, --to stay away as much as possible!
On the question of family:
My ex and 'grown' angels are in Austin TX (two wonderful sons, a master plumber and the younger one a journyman, and two wondeful daughters, my oldest daughter is in Lubbok TX in law school. --I 'delivered' my daughter, Valerie, in Denver, May 5th --with the the last snow of the year, --the ambulance didn't arrive fast enough, eventhough it only took them a minute to arrive! ).
Where else in the world do they have this type of service!
I divorced in '88 or '89, or it might've been in '87. My other two exes (not by marriage) are in El Paso TX and are the ones (besides my angels) that made my life worth living.
Have you heard the country western song, "--All my exes are in Texas?"
--Yes I'll have 'family' on operation day.
Tomorrow morning is D Day!
THX & God Bless "ya'll"
