Brief summary, for those who aren’t up to speed: I caught some kind of bad cold or flu in early 2019 I was, generally, feeling pretty lousy for a few months Over Easter weekend I was hospitalized and diagnosed with systolic heart failure After 3 months of trial & error medication attempts, I was fitted
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As many of you know, on April 18th I was hospitalized and diagnosed with acute heart failure. After diagnosis and treatment the determination was systolic heart failure due to a viral attack on my heart causing severe damage to my left ventricle. The docs attempted to get my issues under control through various medications over
Over the past three years I have become the (sort-of) team photographer for grandson Carter’s travel league baseball team. A couple of clarifications here, if I may; Clarification #1: Carter is Sheila’s daughter Shauna’s oldest. He is turning 15 in about a week, growing like a weed, and among his many attributes he is a
Sheila, this morning about 7:00 am: “We should go to Brushy Mountain today and get at least one thing on the to-do list taken care of”. Me: “Sure, sounds good” …. The rest of the day went rapidly spiraling downward. Brushy Mountain is one of Sheila’s investment properties, used to be a rental and is now
I know, I’m 67, soon to be 68, years old. But to this point I’ve never truly considered myself “old” in the normal sense of the word. And yeah, I know age is a state-of-mind, you’re-only-as-old-as-you-feel, insert-cliche-here. I’ve never felt old despite the evidence to the contrary. With this recently uncovered health issue (systolic heart
Over the past three years I’ve written, ad nasuem some might suggest, about my incredible good fortune at having a wonderful 35 year marriage, then finding a phenomenal new woman who was willing to marry me, acquiring a new family replete with grandkids, relocating to what might be one of the most beautiful spots in
In a long list of “stuff than could happen”, concerns about my health have rarely, if ever, occupied space in my noggin. “Other” people get sick, not me. I’m the one who keeps on plugging along, caring for the sick and being supportive. After a month-long stretch of being dog-tired to the point of fatigue,
I started writing this blog after the death of my late wife of 35 years, as a means of both coping with that terrible loss after a very good marriage, as well as a mechanism to write to others in similar situations of loss and let them know how I cope with things and maybe
My brother, Tom, died a few weeks ago. It wasn’t unexpected at all, maybe a tiny bit sooner than projected but that horrible old nemesis, cancer, once again had its way with people that I love. Proving, conclusively, that cancer doesn’t give two hoots about how I feel or what I think. Tom was 65,
“Hi, I’m Ed” I announced to the lady who appeared to be running things at the big band rehearsal. She smiled, and said “Nicole … nice to meet you”, while gesturing to the back of the rehearsal space. “I have you set up back here”, a half grin appearing on her face. “Wouldn’t have it
