Thursday, June 11, 2015
“In case you never get a second chance: don't be afraid!" "And what if you do get a second chance?" "You take it!” ― C. JoyBell C.
As today is the first day of the rest of my life (which did not end on Tuesday), it was nice for the doctor to come by last night (with his two daughters, Lisa and Linda—eight and six respectively) and to give a name to what scared me so badly on Tuesday. It seems I have pulmonary arterial hypertension that is caused by a combination of things like living at high altitude (we are at 4,200 feet above sea level here—it affects cooking)—check, and obesity—check, and sleep apnea—check. We don’t know why it decided to hit me all of a sudden since none of these things are new, but the medications I am on now are all listed on almost every website dealing with this problem. John is restricting my diet and told me to say good bye to French fries (we call them “chips” here) and anything else fried in oil. I wasn’t really in love with them anyway, but I did seem to eat a lot of them. I will be increasing my physical activity in a few days after the medications have done their work which is good for me. There are a lot of things in this world that are good for you, but none of them taste good, feel good, or do anything to slow the aging process which I have been developing as a fine art. I do want to thank everyone who wrote emails (my grandchildren each did an “I love you, Babu” picture), posted on Facebook, or Google+, commented on the blog itself, and especially those of you who prayed for me. Karen and John both urge you not to stop as they put more faith in your prayers than in my dieting and exercising. We are still monitoring my blood pressure every two hours, and it is staying within normal levels. The day does look a bit more sunny, the flowers a bit more colorful, and the sight of my wife and son a whole lot more comforting today. Amazing what nearly losing something does to your appreciation of it. Most of you also reminded me that God still had work for me to do here. I am becoming a tad envious of those who have managed to rest from their labors, but I am willing to wait and continue to serve since saying, “Here am I, send me” didn’t come with any conditions or length of service clauses. I went to sleep last night doing what the old song urged—counting my blessings instead of counting sheep. It actually works! More later because there will be a “later” that I didn’t think was going to happen a couple of days ago. Guess God is good—all the time.