Almost Last Call
My dad died of an MI at 47. As a result, I began undergoing annual stress testing (I was then 25). A precaution. Always a negative test.
Then, 2 years ago, at age 54 I had an MI when shoveling snow. I have always been fit and a non-smoker. But not stress free, marriage problems and occupational challenges (a member of law enforcement).
Taken to ER via ambulance. Knew that I was close to the edge. Lost my color vision. No images of a white light or tunnel (I was so disappointed!), but rather, sod being rolled over top of me.
Underwent a single stent ( LV). Told that it was a close call. Recovered ok- some angina. Seems like I'm just waiting for the grim weeper to make his final call.
I just have really lost any zeal or passion for life. I know that I should be grateful for a second chance. But the second chance brings with it a broken body and a broken spirit.