Survival...at least

I feel like I've been hit by a Mack truck.  Usually heart cath's make me sore but after a day or so I'm pretty much back to normal...not this time.  I feel like I've got a deep muscle bruise in my groin...worse than any surgery I've ever had.  However, this is about the 7th heart cath my groin has endured over the years so I guess it is about time for it to be sore!

The good news...all arteries are clear and the heart continues to look good.  Second good news...sugar has been lower but am starting a low dosage time-released med to help control it.  Bad news...the sugar problem itself.  Our family history and the fact that the meds raise it anyway should have been a warning but I'd been doing so well that dealing with it is a bit of a disappointment.  I can change that by watching my diet better and getting out and exercising more than I have been.  That's on me.  I'd gotten to a point where it was "
what the heck, I've been legally dead 3 times so I should be able to do what I want" and that's not where I need to be. 

What I need to do is take more time for me and my health.  I tend to put work ahead of everything and so far, it has been mostly for naught as far as professional progress goes.  The average life span of a transplant patient is 5-10 years, but that is usually because most transplant patients are in their 60's.  I'm hoping I can make it at least 15 more...Lord willing!

I'm fortunate that I have a brother who provides me with the means of enjoying events like concerts and plays that allow me to appreciate life.  I'm fortunate to have both parents who come to help whenever I need a trip to the hospital and been taken care of.  And I'm fortunate to have friends who stop by, call, or text to encourage me when I'm down.  With them, I can survive.