Well, it's certainly been an up & down day for me. I think I'll start with the good news first.
Saw Dr. Mo today. He was VERY pleased with my progress, even though I WASN'T! I've lost 13 lbs since I saw him last in Dec. Sure seems like it should have been more, but he remained optimistic cuz a loss is a loss...I guess.

So I got a small tweak to my band & he sent me packing for another month. Don'tcha know I can hear all of ya'lls voices in my head. Annie, loss is slower for you banders; learn to be patient; Rome wasn't built in a day; you're working out now so you're building muscle & muscle weighs more than fat. I KNOW all that stuff, gang...I JUST WANNA BE SKINNY & HEALTHY NOWWWWWW!!!! I want it! I want it! I WANT IT!!!

Ok, tantrum over.
More good news...you all have heard me talk about Dennis, our horse trainer that owns the farm we live at on the weekends.

Well, he called me this morning to say that his daughter, Brandi, FINALLY had her baby & boy did she get a surprise. Throughout her pg, she was told, via ultrasound, that she was having another girl. WRONG!!!! She spit out a boy!! A big bruiser too. So now the poor lad has no name & no clothes!!! And now I have to make another blanket...this one in blue!
Ok, so here comes the crappy news. I'm very lucky that my "team" consists of Dr. Mo, my surgeon, as well as my cardiologist & family practice docs & they keep each other in the loop beautifully. So while I was with Dr. Mo today he mentioned that he got the results of my latest echocardiogram that I did last week. It's not good news, kids. Among other things, an echo measures what's called an ejection fraction, aka, EF. That is a percentage measurement of the amount of oxygenated blood that leaves the heart to go out to the rest of the body. A normal EF is around 68. Back in June, when I had my last one just prior to my surgery, my EF was at 25%. That, in it's self, is NOT a good number. Well, the latest is that it has dropped down to 20%. Needless to say I'm not a happy camper. While I appear to be making light of it right now, when I found out I ran the gammit of emotions. Fear, concern, anger, just to name a few. I have so many questions & my cardio won't be available until I can get an appt to see him. I'm pissed that he didn't bother to CALL me with such news, but rather sent a LETTER. Oh & I forgot to mention that in the letter he also tells me there's an indication that I have a small hole in my heart which could allow small blood clots to go through. So if the reduction in heart mobility isn't bad enough, I could have a blood clot stroke me out & KILL ME!!!
I was told, back in 1990 when all this started, that I would need a transplant within 5 years. Well, it's been 18 years & I still have original equipment. Now, however, I GUESS I'm gonna have to start looking at getting on the donor recipient list. I say guess because MY FREAKING DOCTOR DOESN'T THINK IT IMPORTANT ENOUGH TO TELL ME STUFF TO MY FACE!! I cannot express how upset I am by all this. I am NOT ready to die yet. I have waaaaay too much to do first. I'm leary about transplants because I've done research on it AND I have a close friend with the same disease I have that has had his transplant & his quality of life SUCKS!! He's sick all the time. He has no energy to do much of anything. He's only a year older than me & has had to take early retirement from his job cuz he can't do it anymore (he's a pencil pushing desk jockey). I am soooo not ready for this. I have horses to ride, workouts to do, grandchildren yet to be born, sons yet to marry. I NEED to grow old with my beloved Michael. There are people yet unknown that are meant to cross my path & me cross theirs. I feel like I'm split down the middle...one side of my brain says F it! Just do what you can do & the other side is weepy & scared & fearful of dying too soon. I watched my bestfriend die a slow death & I'm not sure who it was harder on, her or us that had to watch it.
So like I said...it's been a weird day for sure. Don't worry my darlings...this B ain't goin' out without a fight!!!