I started writing again after seeing a play last February in Detroit. After retiring in 2013, I took a long break from anything journalistic, other than reading newspapers. I was dog tired, burned out and worn down to my core after 25 years in a pressurized PR job for a nonprofit. I wanted nothing to do with my former self, the person I had been through high school and since graduating college and moving to Miami Beach for my first real newspaper job. It took me awhile to relax and make my way through the fog of war. But five years into my retirement, I was ready. So, I decided…
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Confessions of a caregiver
Like most women my age, I have done my share of caregiving. Two loving parents who lived well into their 80s. Friends who needed help after a serious accident. Others looking for comfort while battling illnesses or emotional distress. I’ve also been the recipient of caregiving, surviving not one but two open-heart surgeries. My longtime partner, Rebecca, took care of me after last year’s surgery to repair a leaky mitral valve. It was supposed to be “minimally invasive.” But scar tissue from the previous sternotomy in 2001 usurped that option, so my surgeon performed a thoracotomy. There’s nothing minimal about an 8-inch, C-shaped incision under your right shoulder blade. I…
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Phase III and me
When my new cardiac rehab friend Jan started Troy Beaumont’s Phase III program, George W. Bush was U.S. president — in his first term. That was in 2004 — 14 years ago! — and aside from a few minor health issues, Jan hasn’t stopped exercising since. The Clarkston, Mich., resident says cardiac rehab keeps her mind and body strong and healthy, plus moving around beats sitting around at home. At the Troy, Mich., facility, Phase III cardiac rehabilitation includes a group-based, medically supervised exercise program, up to five days per week for one hour. Patients pay a nominal monthly fee not typically covered by insurance. Additional Phase III activities include…
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Full circle
“It’s the circle of life And it moves us all Through despair and hope Through faith and love “Till we find our place On the path unwinding In the circle The circle of life“ “Circle of Life,” from Disney’s animated film, “The Lion King” What a difference a year makes. This time last November, I was lying on an ER gurney, my heart revved up to a resting rate of 135 beats per minute, fluttering in and out of something called atrial fibrillation. A-Fib, as it’s commonly known, is an irregular and often rapid heart rate that can increase your risk of stroke, heart failure and other heart-related complications. Sometimes you…
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Graduation day
Cue up “Pomp and Circumstance.” Today was my last day of cardiac rehab. I even received a nifty certificate of recognition for completing the program. Three months. Twelve weeks. Thirty-six visits. A necessary physical and emotional adventure filled with lots of sweat, some tears of joy and a lasting sense of accomplishment. Back in August, when I began this rehabilitative journey, the view from my treadmill was hundreds of trees in full bloom. Birds swooping under bright blue skies held my attention more than daytime TV or an iTunes playlist titled, “Rehab.” My initial pace of 1.7 mph with 0.5 (barely) elevation was painfully slow. I know that now because…
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Braless wonder
“Oh, great, it’s the braless wonder. Who does she think she’s kidding? Look at her; she’s totally out of control.” – Elaine in the 1996 “Seinfeld” episode where she runs into her high school friend-turned-nemesis, Sue Ellen Mischke. It’s time to end the cover-up. Call TMZ for a full exposé. In this age of alternative facts, I’m compelled to come clean: I’ve gone braless for months. That’s right. A regular bra hurts my scar; even a running bra is uncomfortable enough to make me gag. Not surprisingly, in French a bra is called a soutien-gorge (literally, “throat-supporter”). Early versions resembled a camisole stiffened with boning. Sign me up. (Gentlemen, you may…
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Low-impact rewards
There’s more than just sweat on the tiny white Detroit Tigers rally towel I used to wipe my sparkling forehead throughout last Thursday’s Jazzercise workout. Maybe some tears, too. It was my first day back in six months, after stopping to focus on preparation for May 31 heart valve surgery. I was actually nervous before class. Somehow worried that I’d forgotten how to plié or chasse or, worse yet, participate at all. How silly is that? Not entirely after what we’ve been through. Time flies, but muscle memory fades after 50. Of course, I stood in my old spot (upper left corner, front row) under the ceiling fan right next…
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Mood swings
Today marks four months post-op. Might be a good time to talk about something most of us would rather ignore: cardiac depression. In summer 2001, I had open-heart surgery to remove a tumor the size of a tennis ball from both atriums. After seven weeks, I returned to work. Life was good, except it really wasn’t. At 41, my body overcame the physical challenges of heart surgery. Yet I felt sad, irritable, anxious and overwhelmed. I just wasn’t myself. Perhaps, I reasoned, this lingering dark cloud was from the horrors of 9/11, an unthinkable tragedy occurring the week before my medical leave ended. The world had gone mad, and terrorists…
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Meet and greet
If it’s Thursday, it must be time for … Education Monday. But first, I’d like you to meet some of my cardiac rehab pals. Most of the heart warriors in my 11 a.m. Monday-Wednesday-Friday group are north of age 70. I am, at 58, known as the “Kid.” Not complaining. The cast of characters (and I mean that): There’s my good buddy, Sir Charles, a soft-spoken retired GM welder who underwent a quadruple bypass earlier this year. At 81, he’s a devoted baseball fan who has aptly dubbed the Detroit Tigers 2018 team “those bums.” There’s Hilarious Harvey, 73, a triple bypass and stroke patient who uses a foldable vinyl…
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Why a thoracotomy?
Happy Saturday. For those who are still puzzled as to why I underwent a thoracotomy instead of a sternotomy or less-invasive procedure, here’s a great explanation from my surgeon via his cardiac nurse at the University of Michigan Frankel Cardiovascular Center in Ann Arbor: “Dr. Bolling went in via a right thoracotomy so that he would not have to cut back in through all the scar tissue that built up between your sternum and the front of your heart from your last surgery (in 2001). If he had gone back in through the front, you would be under anesthesia longer because he has to be extremely meticulous when cutting through…
