The doctor tells me that "Your body has been through a lot" the last six months. That I'm doing much better now. That causes me to wonder just how bad of shape I was really in? Like I might not have made it to today if I hadn't given in to my stupid fears last May and made my first appointment and visit in decades. He tells me that I've gone from being "severely anemic" to having a normal hemoglobin count and that my high blood pressure is steadily falling. And now that I know what this better condition feels like, I can tell the difference from where I was and where I am. Last May I would have said that I felt fine but now I can actually see that I wasn't so fine. I had in fact forgotten what "fine" felt like.
Anyway, I'm very thankful. I don't actually know how close I was to something very serious but I was afraid. I don't want to misrepresent my condition or sound overly dramatic, but I do know that I didn't want to have only a few months left. I do want to see one hundred years old some day. I don't want to be one of those persons where upon his passing they say: "But he was so young."
I might not survive the next ten minutes but I'm at least hopeful that I will!!!
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