My story actually started about 11 years before my surgery. I noticed, at age 52, that my running times were slipping and my exercise tolerance was diminishing. I had a complete physical and my internist said "All is normal. You're getting older. Get over it." I wasn't satisfied, so I pressed for a referral to an endocrinologist to check thyroid, hormones, etc. The endo, bless his heart, did another physical. He then, very seriously, asked me "How long have you had the heart murmur?" When I regained my emotional senses, we talked about it. He heart a very pronounced, late-peaking murmur and advised me "I don't want to alarm you, but I advise you to have this evaluated sooner rather than later." I went to see a cardiologist, had an echo, and was diagnosed with moderate to severe aortic stenosis. That lead to a couple of cardiologist changes and ultimately my most recent cardio (about 10 years with him now) told me "I won't have to tell you when it is time for surgery. You will tell me."
He was right. After a total of 11 years in The Waiting Room, I told him "I'm tired of being tired." My only real symptom was increasing fatigue, but it was time. Had the surgery, hit all the speed bumps in recovery, and I'm still here to gripe about it.