My cardiologist’s nurse just called to say my stress test was normal. I told my wife this morning that I hoped the nurse would return my call to report the doctor was stunned that my heart was healthier than that of a twenty-five year-old professional athlete. “Normal” is okay, though.
Now, all I need is for the next series of tests and biopsies and the like to have similar findings and I’ll feel compelled to treat my body better than I have thus far.
I told myself I’d document this chapter of my medical experiences. To anyone who has signed up to receive automated email announcements of my posts, let me apologize for the multiple intrusions. At least this was a happy (from my perspective) intrusion.
