I hadn’t heard from the heart doctor. Having not heard anything, I eventually concluded that there must be nothing important to talk about because if there were, someone would have mentioned it.
This evening, the doctor called.
So it turns out — by the doctor’s reckoning — there’s not much to discuss. From my point of view, a bit more to talk about.
My heart is as good as one can expect it to be — given how much surgery has been done and its condition to begin with. Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy is a big deal and I had it for a long time before I knew about it. I’ve had two replaced valves — aortic and mitral, as well as a replaced artery and an implanted pacemaker that will — in maybe four or five years — need a new battery. Assuming I’m still kicking around in four or five years.
How is my heart doing? As well as can be expected, thank you very much. The atriums are oversized, the ventricles are over-muscled, but all things considered, the heart is pumping reasonably well.
“So I’ve got another year you figure?”
“Probably.”
“That’s good. I don’t have to start packing yet.”
Of course, I don’t have the results of yesterday’s test yet, so who knows?
