Sounds like you and I have more in common than just an interest in FTV and Ms Danielle. Back in 2000, I was getting out of bed, felt weird, and then about an hour later I started getting out of bed, again, feeling terrible. I had a seizure, as it turned out, but stupid me (thoroughly freaked out), I decided not to call 911 and to "walk it off". I'm sure you know how well that works, so by the time I did go to the the doctor a couple days later, I was still feeling terrible. Turned out my bp was somewhere around 205/180. Chances are, I guess, that my bp had been higher a few days before, and chances were that I'd had a stroke. I was 29. I agreed to take a couple weeks off from work, right as I was finally getting decent offers to work for Sonoma County and LA Community College District was finally offering me the opportunity to teach more than 1 class a semester, which almost would have made it possible to survive down there. A couple weeks turned into a month, one month into two, two into six, six into a year. At the end of the year, my doctor broke the news to me: I was done. You spend your whole life building up to something--swim and compete, make Eagle, take AP & college prep courses in high school, graduate, get into decent schools, then, even after some things fall apart, you pick yourself up, dust yourself off and start again (a la what Kipling wrote in "If"; I'll post the text below for you and anyone else who might be interested). I bought what SSA said when they rejected my first claim(s), partially because what they said made sense: I didn;t fit the cookbook definition of disabled. Ultimately, however, and after I had seen my PCP Internist, a nephrologist, cardiologist & neurologist, after SSA had sent me to 2 of their doctors, and after the judge had his own doctor take a look at my file, and all were in agreement, I was classified the same as you, the same year you had your heart trouble, 2003. So I've been cooling my heels since, building up my brain again (genealogy helped a little--its like a big jigsaw puzzle in a way), and then after I moved to Reno, I started taking care of my elder niece again (she and her parents moved up here a bit over a year before), then after #2 came, I started taking care of her, too. That meant getting out more, going on nature walks and so on. To be honest, I often use the little one's stroller as a walker nowadays. Last year I was put on gabapentin for nerve pain, then this past Jan my dose was tripled. I also use a CPAP to help breathe at night, which is actually nice and it helps take some of the strain off my heart, which I really like. So, amigo, in a way its nice to know I'm not the only one out there with a story to tell. In a way that closeness to the end has had a benefit--it makes me, and maybe you, too--more aware of just how beautiful life can be. That's one reason why in almost every post I try to say something positive to Rob or Danielle or about one of the other gentlewomen out there--without that little contact with their beauty, life would be a whole lot blander, wouldn't it?
If
by Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!