I entered the hospital on September 9 expecting an angioplasty and, perhaps, insertion of as many as two stents.
The best-laid plans went to hell immediately. Two of my arteries were 100% blocked and my body had, over the previous 10+ years, rerouted my blood flow to accommodate the blockage. Angioplasty was immediately halted and I was scheduled for bypass surgery on September 10. Quadruple bypass.
I was released from the hospital earlier today and am at my son's home. It may be only a few days or it may be as much as a week before I return to my own home.
The doctors and nurses all tell me how lucky I am. Apparently, what I had could have killed me at any time during the past few years and the fact that it didn't--combined with leading the life of a non-smoker--means this surgery could add 30+ years to my life.
At the moment I don't feel lucky. At the moment I feel like I've been run over by a bus.
But I am lucky in many ways. During the past week, family, friends, colleagues, and clients have provided emotional, physical, and financial support far beyond anything I ever expected.
And that lets me know how lucky I truly am.