Yeah, I'm frustrated. And misunderstood.
Reading the comments on the last entry, people seem to think I am taking the blame for Cliff's heart trouble. Folks, I am not. It wasn't a lack of caring that caused me to ignore obvious heart symptoms, it was plain, old-fashioned ignorance.
When my friend Joanna gave me information that opened my eyes, I got Cliff to a doctor PDQ.
I wanted to pass along the favor that Joanna did for Cliff and me. I want people to be aware of the symptoms. If you choose to ignore the advice, and say to yourself, "I know people who did everything right and they died at age fifty," you go right ahead. I've done what I could.
I did not do the previous entry to have my ego stroked or to be poor-babied.
Actually, I take much of the credit for Cliff's life being saved: It was I who insisted we start walking in the pasture, where Cliff first had his chest pains, which in the long run got us to the doctor. I was the one who practically FORCED him to keep his doctor appointment. I am 100% responsible (ask him) for his losing 35 pounds before this happened, so he already had a head start on losing the weight that he needs rid of so as not to overwork his heart.
I may have put this in my journal before: Cliff's heart doctor, the one who diagnosed him, told him he is actually a heart doctor's dream patient, because he quit smoking, he is losing weight, and he walks every day. These are the things most heart patients refuse to do; Cliff can take credit for quitting the cigarettes, but he can thank me for the other two.
Feel better now?
and NO, I am NOT offended by the well-meaning comments.