On March 4th and 5th, I gotta go back into the hospital.
Two words. Stess Test. A chemical based one. And a full metabolic function test as well. I go in, I take one test, I go home at night, recover, go back in in the morning, take another one.
I have been popping nitro tabs lately like candy. It seems having died several times has weakened my heart and my body functions.
Cancer is still gone. So far, no traces of it's return. I had to go to extremes to get rid of it, and now, it seems there is a price to pay. I don't know. I will find out more later. I am told I need to retire for real and remove all sources of stress from my life. Bah.
I could not pass my last set of stress tests, something tells me I will be flunking this test as well.
Docs keep hinting that I might need a new heart.
1. Winning versus cancer: Yay.
2. The price of victory: ouch!
Hang in there Doc. We are pulling for you.