The Big Day Has Arrived

Today is the day that I will get my Aortic Valve replaced. As I prepare for this event, I have reflected on the last 73 days since I collapsed in Kansas City. I now understand why I was so tired most of 2022. The doctors in Kansas City told me if I didn’t have surgery, I would die within 15 months. That was a wake-up call, and I dove into learning as much as possible about my options. My surgery options were Open-Heart or a Transcatheter Aortic Valve Replacement (TAVR).

I studied information from all the doctors and discovered my case was not clear-cut. If a person is over age 70, you choose a TAVR. If a person is under age 60, you choose open-heart surgery. Since I am age 63, it was a toss-up. As a business analyst, I understand that my entire life is gray. I have written five blogs since June 8th and included explaining why my age is a factor. I selected the TAVR and haven’t looked back. This surgery is minimally invasive, which was one of the attractions. My tests showed that my legs were perfect for a TAVR, cemented the deal.

If the surgery goes as expected, I could come home as early as Wednesday, but I feel Thursday is more realistic. My endurance has declined almost daily during the last month. I am so tired and so ready for this surgery. Three of my closest friends will be here this week, and I am excited about that. They will pounce at me if I get one hair out of line. I intend to take a few weeks off from my business, but I will keep IIBA commitments after this week. I ask for your prayers and positive vibes today. Until next time, please stay positive and keep your glass at least half full.