It started and almost ended on a treadmill. Dr. G had demanded that I, “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…”
Yes, I was feeling a little strange with weird thoughts, too. . 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? Yep, this is it. Wow! This is it… either I wake up in heaven or in a recovery room.