On May 8, 2019 I had open heart surgery. A cardiac surgeon replaced my failing mitral valve with a pig valve. I was hospitalized for a week and in short-term rehab for a week. Now I am home, recovering, following doctors’ recommendations, involved in life, and setting new goals.
To be honest, I didn’t think I would survive the surgery. Following my primary care physician’s advice, I made sure all legal documents were current and that an Advance Directive was on file. I even planned my memorial service, including displaying African Violets, one of my favorite flowers. Some family members read my plan; others couldn’t bring themselves to do it.
In my mind, planning the memorial service was a gift for my family.
I sought comfort from friends, acquaintances, and colleagues in the book industry. Many people were praying for me, including the Sisters of St. Francis in Rochester, Minnesota. When I was wheeled into the operating room, I felt my husband’s love and an enveloping sense of love.
My physical and occupational therapists were amazed at my recovery. I was too. I continue to be amazed and humbled by the caring messages I have received. Every moment of my life is a miracle. I shall not waste a moment and will make the most of each one.
Thank you to my amazing husband, daughter, members of my extended family, friends, industry colleagues, readers, and strangers who supported me through this challenging time. I’m one lucky woman.