A female hairy woodpecker anchors in at the peanut feeder. The cage beneath her has peanut butter.A year ago yesterday I was in ER for a few hours. I had several dedicated medical personnel hovering over me. I was hooked up to several machines. Many tests were done.
I had a cardio-conversion by drug that was both very painful and didn’t correct my fast and feeble heart.
At one point the attending physician muttered, “We don’t have much time.”
I had congestive heart failure. I went through six doctors in three hospitals and no one could sort out why this happened.
I’ve had two cardio conversions since then and am more than pleased to report I’m alive and well. I am grateful for that.
Like the female hairy woodpecker in the photo above I’m going to hang around and eat a lot. Life is good.
In honor of the anniversary of my near-croaking experience I have written a sappy poem:
It’s been a year,
And I’m still here.
Screw you, heart failure.
I had a cardio-conversion by drug that was both very painful and didn’t correct my fast and feeble heart.
At one point the attending physician muttered, “We don’t have much time.”
I had congestive heart failure. I went through six doctors in three hospitals and no one could sort out why this happened.
I’ve had two cardio conversions since then and am more than pleased to report I’m alive and well. I am grateful for that.
Like the female hairy woodpecker in the photo above I’m going to hang around and eat a lot. Life is good.
In honor of the anniversary of my near-croaking experience I have written a sappy poem:
It’s been a year,
And I’m still here.
Screw you, heart failure.
happy year of health Leah!!
ReplyDeletehere's to manymanymany more to come.
MizFit, thanks. I intend to stay healthy and live a very long time.
ReplyDeleteTokaiangel, thanks. The poem begged me to be written.
Good for you Leah. Happy anniversary to an unhappy day. Very eloquent poem too.
ReplyDeleteWhy thank you, Tom.
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ReplyDeleteWe are grateful you are here as well. Happy Anniversary signifying the end of many happy years to come.
Love the poem.
Terrie
dfTerrie, thanks so very much.
ReplyDeleteNice poem! Happy anniversary!
ReplyDeleteLOVE the poem. I do wish the greeting card makers would hire you the next time I have to buy a card and have to settle for sappy sentiments.
ReplyDeleteGotta say, a year ago I was really, really scared about what was going on with your health. I'm so glad you fought back and beat it and regained your strength. It must be so frustrating for someone who leads a healthy lifestyle to be stuck with a heart problem!
We are all very grateful that you've recovered so well.
Thank you, Mark.
ReplyDeleteCrabby, thanks. I appreciate your concern and I'm very sorry to have scared you. I guess if something's meant to happen, then it does.
I'd love to write sappy greeting cards. I just know I have the knack.
Love the photo, love the poem! Am very grateful you are still here to produce both! And yes, you had us a wee bit scared...I don't go to hospitals for just anyone you know!
ReplyDeleteOh Reb I know. I felt very special.
ReplyDeleteGlad you like the photo and the poem. It truly is from my heart.
Great poem, dfLeah!
ReplyDeleteI, too, am really glad you kicked your congestive heart failure to the curb! And I know you will be around for many years to come, because I decreed it!
It was really awful news to receive on my birthday last year! This birthday so far is slightly better. (well, except for the fact that my truck won't start, and I'm supposed to be meeting someone to pick up all that meat.....sigh)
Yeah, my timing left a hell of a lot to be desired.
ReplyDeleteAnd now that you've said I'll be around I no longer have a choice.
I'm so glad you're still around. Happy Anniversary on your membership in the Tough Girls' Club!
ReplyDeleteI love the woodpecker, btw! We have them around here but I more often hear than see them. Shy little critters...
Thanks, Bunnygirl. It's fine club to be in. Glad I made it though the initiation.
ReplyDeleteGlad you like the woodpecker. Ours aren't shy at all. I can get quite close to them when they're absorbed in eating.
hehe, I love your poem! And I'm so glad you're healthy and feeling great. :)
ReplyDeleteWhat a neat picture! Love the hairy woodpecker. *grin*
Thanks so much, TL.
ReplyDeleteI think you should be the official greeting card writer for the blogosphere. We'll tell you the occasion and you can give us the sappy/snappy sentiment!
ReplyDeleteOK..never mind. I'm just really happy that you're alive and kickin'. No more scaring us!
Yay for you! Save that poem for next year and the next year and so on...
ReplyDeleteHilary, that would be an honor, and a wee bit too much fun.
ReplyDeleteThanks. I'll make ever effort not to scare you anymore.
Missicat, thanks. That's a great idea. I think I will re-use it.
Love your poem, Leah. I've been thinking about your close call last year because it's raspberry season here again.
ReplyDeleteAnd don't ask me why I think of you when I think of raspberries but I do!
Thanks, Dawn. I'm honoured that you equate raspberries with me. Glad you like the poem.
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