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Thursday, January 12, 2012

San Diego with Debi and Ron

Carrie and I took the family to San Diego to see my sister and brother-in-law Debi and Ron. I decided it was about time to get off my ass in gear and "brave" the traffic and see my sis. I made a reservation at the Marriott Courtyard in Downtown San Diego at what use to be the oldest bank in the area. We took a tour of the building and listened to the ghost stories and had a great time wondering around. At the end of the tour our wonderful guide surprised us with an upgrade to the presidential suite on the top floor. The pictures it tell all.
Me, Leili, Carrie and Byron in the living room of our upgraded  room.

Leili, Carrie, Ron, Debi and Byron playing Settlers of Catan.

Byron standing at the back door leading to the patio.

Leili showing off our presidential digs.

Debi and Ron standing at the old bank vault.

Ron using the original phone booth.

Leili at the vault

The kids with Debi and Ron at the old elevators.

This time I get to be in the picture playing Catan.

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Heart Attack - Final Word



This will be the last post devoted exclusively to my ticker. It's been a little over two weeks since I had an heart attack and I've started riding my trikes again with no limitations. 

It's time to move on and start blogging about cycling stuff. Before I do I want to share the results of what happened to me on Christmas day 2011 with the hope that others may benefit and learn from my experience. (The details of the day I had my heart attack are posted here - Heart Attack )

It is only natural that we want to find a reason why someone takes a fall and to be assured that the reason does not pertain to us and that we will live a long unencumbered life. Sorry to disappoint but there was no outstanding risk factor prior to my heart attack that raised a red flag. Over the years I have avoided the risk factors associated with heart disease. I exercise regularly, my weight is under control, good diet, no family history of heart disease and blood pressure is good. Even though I have now been told that there is some history of high cholesterol in the family my cholesterol levels were good. To top it all I took two physicals (including EKG's) in 2011 in preparation for hip surgery earlier in the year. Everything checked out good. 

So how does someone who is in good shape and exercises regularly have an heart attack while exercising? Even though there is no history (until now) of heart disease in my family I still managed to build up a plague deposit in one of my coronary arteries, the LAD to be exact. While watching my cardiologist repair my LAD in less then twenty minutes with an angioplasty and two stents, he found no evidence of plague buildup in any of my other arteries. The offending artery had a good size buildup of plague. Plague buildup in the artery is characterized by a soft center surrounded by a hard shell. Under the pressure of  blood flowing through my artery, while cycling hard that Christmas day, the soft inner plague broke through the outer shell and blocked my artery and lead to an arrhythmia (irregular heart beat). Even after the blood flow was restored to my heart it took another ten hours for the arrhythmia to settle down. 

Even with a 100% blockage of my LAD I suffered no permanent damage to my heart muscle. I got help reasonably fast (I should have called 911 for a faster response). About 40 minutes passed from the time I started feeling the intense pain in my chest and the pain radiating down my left arm until Carrie got me to the fire station.  A couple of aspirin, a little nitroglycerin and an IV in my arm and the pain started to ease up. This was shortly followed by a code 3 ride over to the hospital.

Another factor that played into getting me through this mess without any heart damage was my fitness level. Even with a compromised coronary artery I have managed to build up a strong heart and vascular system with years of cycling and hiking. Even with a blocked artery and arrhythmia my heart muscle was still receiving just enough support from the healthy arteries to keep my heart "alive" until I received help.

I now know that all my arteries are in good condition. While performing the angioplasty my cardiologist took a little time to examine the rest of the arteries around my heart and gave me a thumbs up. In the future I will be taking stress tests every three years to determine the health of my heart. It seems to me that anyone over the age of fifty, has a family history of heart disease or is a competitive athlete should be taking a stress test. Doctors tell us that after you turn fifty you should have a camera stuck up your behind every few years to check for problems in the colon. How about a stress test for your heart every few years? A stress test is the most effective way to determine if you have fat filled arteries.

In hind sight I should have paid more attention to the discomfort (not pain) I was having in the center of my chest when cycling hard. What I though was my lungs working hard may have been a "how do you do" from my heart that I ignored. The discomfort wasn't outstanding enough to give me reason to be concerned. I am no longer experiencing that discomfort while cycling. In addition my legs are less sore and my breathing seems easier while riding. I'm also recovering faster.  Again...a stress test would have been an effective way for me to know if my heart was compromised.

It'll take a little time to get used to such mundane bodily functions as the pressure of a burp working it's way up and out... it ain't a heart attack it's just that burrito I ate for lunch.

For many a heart attach would be a wake up call. Having a heart attach and getting through it was aconfirmation call that I've successfully prepared for this "shit happens" moment. Being physically fit does not come easy for me but over the years I have put forth the effort to stay fit and it has paid off. I can't predict the future I can only stay strong and be prepared for whatever I'm dealt. My cardiologist says I'm good for the long run but when my time does come I will accept my fate knowing full well that I did the best I could do to be part of the lives of those I love and who love me. Until that time comes...ROCK ON!