Indeed, my mood is "happy" when I think how close Cliff came to having a heart attack. After all, he was having angina every single day when we went for our walk, and we were calling it heartburn. The doctors wouldn't even let him go home, once they realized what bad shape he was in. And they wouldn't let him drive from the hospital where tests were done to the hospital where his surgery took place; no, he had to go by ambulance. The surgery was performed on April 19, 2006.
Once Cliff left the hospital, we never saw the surgeon again; his office nurse did the last checkup and release. I did write him a thank-you letter at some point, and I think I'll write him another one soon, just to let him know we're enjoying life two years later.
You can never say "thank you" too many times. Which reminds me: Joanna, thank YOU for nudging me to get Cliff to the doctor when you visited.
I still limit salt; I hardly ever add it to any recipe, and if I do, I measure a very small amount of it. I buy no-salt canned tomatoes at Walmart and use lots of frozen veggies because they aren't salted. We limit cholesterol, keep our meat servings to five ounces, and so forth. We've become somewhat lax about our eating-out rules... that isn't a good thing, I know, but at least we do the right things here at home for the most part. We both gained some weight this past winter, I'm sorry to say. It's so easy to do.
We're still taking our daily walk, although the walk that used to take thirty minutes now takes forty, thanks to my knees. Cliff still goes to the exercise room at work, on his lunch break.
If you haven't ever seen the entry from two years ago with all the pictures of Cliff in the hospital, click HERE.
If someone you know complains of any sort of chest pain when they exercise, even if it seems like indigestion, insist that they see a doctor. It very well might be heart trouble.