First I will let my hair down, something that I do not normally do and let you in on my pity party. ----------------
On the Friday 4 November, three days before I was to fly to South America with Gate1travel for a fifteen day trip, "doing three countries"., a cardiologist told me that I had aortic valve stenosis and that a replacement valve was in my fairly near future. If anyone remembers the old play, "It's Tuesday. It must be Belgium.", this trip was like that. I was traveling with a friend. If I had been traveling solo, I would certainly have cancelled the trip. I was concentrating so much on what my future might hold and frightened about overdoing it, I took on a brand new role. Instead of helping others, I suddenly became the eighty-five year old lady needing help from everyone. It was so bad! It was so demoralizing. Is this to continue in my future? The trip home was horrible, very long walks in airports, an extremely long very cold flight only to find no heating in my home. I called the service, told them that the front door was open, turned on an electric heater , went to bed and asleep. When I woke up, the house was warming. That was Tuesday, a day and a half before the big Thursday, the day of Thanksgiving.------------------------
Thanksgiving was at my house, I being the grandmother. That evening I was exhausted and came down with a cold and chills. This morning, I finally feel slightly better but am still using a roll of toilet paper for my nose. The polite tissues are all gone. I've just spent time looking up an aortic valve stenosis and seeing that it is yet another fatal disease. Good god, help me! Then, I get on to our forum and get wrapped into our mode of sharing and caring. It certainly has worked for me, big time. I am back to my normal sanity and feeling fairly fine. Thank you, all of you, for your candid moments and your understanding and loving comments.----------------------------
Thankyou! Thank you! Thank you!