I’m assembling my team. We live in Houston after all, and we have the best and the brightest. Every one’s expendable. I’m starting from scratch. Deciding who’s in and who’s out.
Today was a good day, a very good day indeed. I went to see Dr Doyle who’s been taking care of me for 12 years. He’s a veteran on my team, but his recent performance had put him on the fence. We talked it out and I think I’m going to stick with him. Jennifer, his nurse is also a keeper, as is Ainsley, the pacemaker tech.
Today was a good day. Dr Doyle thinks I’ll be around in five years when he retires. Yay. I can work with that. He also thinks that a new pacemaker might help improve my quality of life. Ainsley said it is the Mac Daddy of pacemakers. I like Ainsley. She played basketball and softball for Furman University in South Carolina. She’s met Freddie Couples and she has a firm hand shake.
So, we have a game plan and I like that. Something to hang my hat on, something that has odds, statistics, a chance. A course of action. Something that is not waiting. I hate waiting.
Next week I’ll get an MRI to identify the amount of scar tissue in my heart and to determine if the dysfunction started on the right and moved to the left or vice versa. This is important for some reason and it also effects my odds. Of course, let’s all hope and pray for a good MRI outcome. I just pray that my claustrophobic self can stay in the machine long enough to get some good images.
Then, I am getting a bi ventricular pacemaker/ICD on Tuesday, February 25th. This device may improve my EF, that’s the heart’s version of an IQ. Mine pretty much sucks at 25%.(The first time in my life I haven’t tested well.) Any improvement on that should help me breath easier and maybe even improve my EF. I’ve never been so excited about getting cut open. This will be my fourth pacemaker scar. But that’s OK. It’s the Mac Daddy. Bring it on.
Just Passing Through 