Friday, June 14, 2013
Mom has had her open heart surgery set for July 1. The doc thinks she'll do great. She's among the very lucky - first, she's not one of the 6 billion people on the planet who have no access to this kind of health care. Second, she has not had a heart attack and has no heart damage.
The doctor said everyone has antherosclerosis of some kind. It's a human thing. He said he hopes he dies of it, that his 12-year-old son dies of it some day, because dying of it is really what happens when you die of "old age." At least 50% die of it, with the other half dying some much worse way, say, of diabetes/complications, cancer, trauma, or other disease.
It's a funny way to look at it. "I hope I die of anther sclerosis." o.0
Mom is about 50 pounds overweight. We didn't tell him she's lost about 12 pounds in the last several weeks! He was very blunt. Although he can do heart surgery, the only thing she can do, and needs to do, is to lose the weight.
Although everyone gets antherosclerosis, it is accelerated by carrying too much weight. Instead of living healthy into her 90s, Mom (and Dad, because he had his bypass last year) has speeded up the process because of her weight. She's 73.
And there I sat. Thinking about the fact that I lost 92 pounds and gained back 60. It's a pretty good reminder of why I lost it in the first place.
So now Mom and I are going to motivate each other. She's going to really work on healthy breakfast and lunches and not snacking out of boredom. She's going to walk every day once she can after her surgery. She doesn't dare to too much before it. I'm going to start my morning workouts next week. I'm going to start my 5K program all over again. Since it's been less than a year that I've stopped running, I think I can pick it up again fairly well.
Sometimes you need a kick in the a$$ to walk through an open door, and this is mine.