Mortality Pokes Its Nose in Our Lives Yet Again


On left: X-ray showing a pacemaker

L had to wear a Holter monitor for a full day last week to test for arrhythmia. The cardiologist told him yesterday that he needs to get a pacemaker and defibrillator. The implant would be the size of a wallet, he said, in front of his shoulder, and after he's used to it, he can do anything he normally does, like play basketball (and ride the train, on which he's left his wallet; too bad that can't be implanted).

If he doesn't do this, he could drop dead at any time, and not necessarily when he's exercising. The monitor showed an "event" around bedtime, when he wasn't exerting himself. At his basketball game tonight a 43-year-old guy clutched his chest and slumped down. The guys called 911 and the ambulance came in a couple of minutes and took him away. That's the second heart attack they've had lately. A couple of years ago one guy left early, saying he didn't feel well, then went home and then to the hospital. My father used to say that he didn't play tennis any more because when his friends played, they dropped dead.

The good news is that this time L got hypoallergenic adhesive for the wires, so that he didn't have physical reminders of the test for weeks and weeks.

He's going for a second opinion in June, the same date that I might be having a fibroid sliced and diced out of my womb. The doctor is waiting for the delivery of a special slice-and-dicer that makes things easier because she can remove the fibroid in pieces. Which means I can't make it into a cufflink, a la Meyer Wolfsheim.

(Wolfsheim's on Myspace!.)

10 comments:

VeeGee's Mommy said...

I hate that doggone glue! Glad he got the good kind.

Mr. Cantor said...

L's current tribulations and fibrillations hit home for me. He looks like the picture of heart health... good diet and exercise. I hope that when I hit L's age I will be as trim, but this post is sobering. We don't control our cells, we don't control our internal structure or the damage that time causes. Damn physics, damn biology, damn chemistry, damn entropy.

jodi said...

i think with all of the wiring L should be able to contact a russian space station, or something far away that transmits via wires. seriously, i hope it's all okay. who needs more medical adventures? i can't believe the phrase 'slicing and dicing' is being used in re: having fibroid tumors removed. maybe you could get a jobs as a sales rep for that new piece of equipment.

Cancer Bitch said...

L got serious about working out after his father had his first heart attack. So he's been battling his genes for about 20 years now.
C. Bitch

Amy said...

If you get a minute, visit www.couragetojump.com my freind recently passed away from ALL. She was a inspirational blogger and gave so much courage to so many with cancer. Here cause was LLS and so that is mine. We are organizing a charity jump (that's right) out of an airplane to honor the courage she found to fight this disease. I encourage everyone who's interested to register for the site to get updates and spread the word (and participate if you want - its a national event). If just one out of every ten people found a way to get people involved, we would be well on our way to stomping out this terrible disease all together!

jmk said...

Sorry to hear about L's travails. My father had a defibrillator as well, for many years. I'm sure it saved his life on more than one occasion.

Pamela Cytrynbaum said...

Sending you both healing vibes from Oregon.
Just keep writing. For us all.

Pamela Cytrynbaum said...

PS: I love that I get to "choose an identity"...would that it were so.

Cancer Bitch said...

As the cartoon says, In Cyberspace, no one knows you're a dog. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/On_the_Internet,_nobody_knows_you're_a_dog

rr-heart said...

hi there. i'm a bisel late responding to this but i thought...at least the mayo wayo is..... pacemakers are SO 20th century and this is the 21st...so what i got was months---no, years--of drugs and then finally THE ABLATION where they put a catheter in the "groin area" then snake up to the actual heart and disconnect (=burn a circle around...) the location of electrical misfiring so it can fire away all crazy but you (or in this case linc..) won't be marching to the beat of a different drummer. all i can say is GO TO MAYO...even tho that (jan when i had it done) trip wasn't my fave up there. can tell about my fave doc. you can see my blog. it's not updated but my pulse is steady and i ride the stationary bike, lift ze weights, walk, garden, etc and feel alive... i've got loads of info on this thing...also it's not only the glue its the sandpaper they rub you with B4 they slap dem electrodes on. also, ya gotta let them shave your pubic hair before the procedure. and before all that, quit coffee and some other substances...

the natural beauty around rochester is grand. read queen noor's book and see her and the King on a motor cycle in an area that i like too. also the art collection is outasite. hey good luck and keep in touch on that. a fib sucks, really. best o' luck, ciao and MIAO/meow...