Death With Dignitym2

2014 was thought to be my last year here
a diary of posts by Robert M


At the age of fifteen I contracted acute rheumatic fever, was in quarantine the first three days of the twelve days I was hospitalized. From that moment on was doomed to have a different life than most other people, I was a “severe” medical risk, a time bomb set in slow motion. At that time I did not know what was in store for me, though I was told some scary stories and that I wouldn’t live past the age of 45. And if I did live past that, it would only because I would have had parts of my heart, if not my whole heart replaced.

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Monday, November 10, 2014

Something that I am just now realizing...

My primary doctor that I have been seeing at Denver Health for over a decade now has suggested that I take therapy before going into surgery. He suggested that I might have a PTS from the last operation.

So I started to think about this and it goes so much further back than I realized! This all started back when I was six years old!

That’s when I got my tonsils taken out.

Let me tell you about that. There were six people holding me down and I was fighting for all my life! I thought they were trying to kill me with that ether! As I was going under the ether, I saw a huge train coming at me and when it hit me was when I passed out. That was a trip!

You city people won’t understand the stories from the kids starting a new school year out in farming country, where they talked about the kid/s that got killed over the summer on a “farming accident”.

At age 12 I nearly lost the top of my head from a farming accident after a day of hay bailing. You can still see the scar on the top of my forehead. It was a long way to the hospital is about all I can remember.

Three years later I caught rheumatic so acutely that when I was finally brought to the hospital they immediately put me in quarantine for three days before they could even figure out what I had! Everyone in space suits but me!

The ACL surgery in 1985 was no fun, but certainly not as traumatic as above.

Then there was the nightmare of the nearly one month of being in the hospital for my aortic heart valve replacement. A few really tough complications during recovery. They actually let me out after two weeks and the day after I was out I had a mini-stroke and went back in for two more weeks.

So yeah, I guess I do have a problem of being in an operating room or hospital when I am not getting paid to install a surgical microscope into their ceilings. I can stand behind the surgeons during surgery, watch the surgery and converse with them and be ok with it. It’s when I’m on the other end of it all that I have a problem with it.

The newest TAVR procedures look very scary to me. Freaks me out! Punching right though your chest, through the heart wall and into the chamber of the heart to drop the new valve on the old one. Bizarre! But this will be the way to where in the future no one is getting their ribs split apart for service.

Thing is, this is all clinical trial now. I’ll be test, an experiment and who really knows? This is all such a trip to me!

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