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So, a surgeon says it would be good to do it now. One cardiologist agrees. Another one says: "Don't listen to the surgeon. He's a carpenter. Carpenters pound nails".
The contradictions have left me not feeling so good.
I'm a 55 y.o. otherwise healthy guy who loves long runs, loves the feeling of walking outta the gym after a nice workout (although getting myself to walk 'into" the gym isn't always easy) and generally has enjoyed good health all of his life. Cut off my head and I'd look much younger than my years.
After a lot of nagging by people with better habits, I learned long ago to eat a boring but healthy diet, I gave up my three smokes a day, and while I swore off the martinis I do enjoy Chardonnay now and again (and again).
Last year I finally had an echo to learn more about the murmur that's been fluttering in my chest since my early 20's--and probably before. Oh boy. "Severve regurgitation" in the aortic valve I was told. Leaking mitral too, sucker. You need to replace your two flap valve buddy, some docs said. You wanna do it now?
Ah. Will I drop dead if I wait? Well, it depends on who you talk to.
So far, I've waited. But frankly (and since this is anonymous and I don't have to show my face as a complainer), I ain't been feeling so hot. Maybe the idea of having my nicely defined pecs split by a scalpel is getting me down. Maybe the idea of hearing a tin ticker in my chest is making me blue. Maybe it's the thought of a lifetime downing that rat poison Coumadin.
I used to feel pretty energized. Now I don't feel like running no half-marathons. It's tough to get to the gym. A nap? That sounds good. Although when I wake up, I'll wish I had spent the time doing something that made me sweat. This is a downer.
Which brings me to me my question (and thanks for listening to me whine): Should I just slap myself and do what I can do even if I feel kinda lousy at times? Or, should I let the surgeon pound me?
I can still climb stairs without puffing. And my ticker hasn't enlarged to a dangerous point--yet.
Sooner? Or later?
Thanks for listening.
The contradictions have left me not feeling so good.
I'm a 55 y.o. otherwise healthy guy who loves long runs, loves the feeling of walking outta the gym after a nice workout (although getting myself to walk 'into" the gym isn't always easy) and generally has enjoyed good health all of his life. Cut off my head and I'd look much younger than my years.
After a lot of nagging by people with better habits, I learned long ago to eat a boring but healthy diet, I gave up my three smokes a day, and while I swore off the martinis I do enjoy Chardonnay now and again (and again).
Last year I finally had an echo to learn more about the murmur that's been fluttering in my chest since my early 20's--and probably before. Oh boy. "Severve regurgitation" in the aortic valve I was told. Leaking mitral too, sucker. You need to replace your two flap valve buddy, some docs said. You wanna do it now?
Ah. Will I drop dead if I wait? Well, it depends on who you talk to.
So far, I've waited. But frankly (and since this is anonymous and I don't have to show my face as a complainer), I ain't been feeling so hot. Maybe the idea of having my nicely defined pecs split by a scalpel is getting me down. Maybe the idea of hearing a tin ticker in my chest is making me blue. Maybe it's the thought of a lifetime downing that rat poison Coumadin.
I used to feel pretty energized. Now I don't feel like running no half-marathons. It's tough to get to the gym. A nap? That sounds good. Although when I wake up, I'll wish I had spent the time doing something that made me sweat. This is a downer.
Which brings me to me my question (and thanks for listening to me whine): Should I just slap myself and do what I can do even if I feel kinda lousy at times? Or, should I let the surgeon pound me?
I can still climb stairs without puffing. And my ticker hasn't enlarged to a dangerous point--yet.
Sooner? Or later?
Thanks for listening.