It started and almost ended on a treadmill. Dr. G had an explicit demand, “go home and stay alive until Monday”. Seriously! This was a Friday afternoon, 6:30 PM. My widow maker artery was 90% blocked. On May 5th, 2020 I was shivering cold, laying on a sterile operating table. The stent to be inserted thru my wrist was a size large. Hmm. Is that good or bad? A nurse whispered, “Tony can you hear me? You are going to feel a little light-headed…”
The sedative circulating within my body was useless for rational thought. I wondered if I would make it until the 12th, my youngest daughter’s birthday. Would I be there to encourage my oldest daughter who’s battling breast cancer to live without fear? Or would “there” be heavenly?