When it was exactly 907 days prior to today, I wrote a post titled Day 336:You are exactly where you are supposed to be.
Yesterday, when I saw this …
… I knew it was up to me to write today’s post.
Today I am exactly where I am supposed to be because I am
- home in Boston, after consulting with Dr. Carole Warnes at the Mayo Clinic about my very unusual heart,
- getting more used to the idea of heart valve replacement surgery in September back at the Mayo Clinic,
- with those I love,
- ready to go back to work, and
- writing my daily blog post, with my faithful cat Oscar on my lap.
Are these photos from yesterday exactly where they are supposed to be?
I am exactly sure that my name is misspelled above, but Ann Koplow is still exactly where she is supposed to be.
Are you exactly where you are supposed to be?
Now I am exactly at the end of this post — where I am supposed to thank all those who help me blog (including you, of course) — so I shall
Even though there are many heroes in my life, this is the first time I’ve ever written a post titled “heroes.”
Yesterday, I spent time with lots of heroes. For example, last night one of my heroes — my boyfriend Michael — showed me this:
Earlier in the day, I met with my heroes Dr. Mark Estes and RN Melanie Marshall (both appearing in this heroic blog post from March 2014). During yesterday’s check-up with those medical heroes about my Implantable Cardiac Device (ICD), your humble blogging hero heard and said lots of things, including the following:
- I seem to be doing somewhat better since I received my heroic ICD last May.
- Dr. Estes — who is always more conservative, cautious, and concerned than my other cardiologist hero, Dr. Deeb Salem — wants me to travel to the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, Minnesota, to consult with Dr. Carole Warnes, well-known hero to others who have my extremely rare cardiac condition (congenitally corrected transposition of the great arteries a/k/a cctga),
- I believe Dr. Carole Warnes is the heroic doctor who wrote me in 1997 when I was pregnant with my only son Aaron (another one of my heroes) with her opinion that it was safe for me to carry him to term (despite other doctors publishing articles concluding that pregnancy was dangerous for women with cctga).
- During the appointment with Dr. Estes, I saw him blush three times, including when I told him that my hero Michael had told me, “You’re always in a bad mood after you see Dr. Estes.”
- I told my hero Dr. Estes that my boyfriend Michael heroically exaggerates.
- Dr. Estes acted like I was some kind of hero when he introduced me to a heroic medical student as “The most famous patient at this hospital.”
- I said to my hero Melanie, “It’s funny that I’ve been trying to get famous by trying out for The Voice when apparently I’m already famous.”
- Dr. Estes heroically lied about my age in front of the student (giving me a heroic wink while doing so), but I heroically corrected him.
- I told my heroic treaters that I was grateful for all of my medical heroes at Tufts Medical Center, calling them “The Dream Team.”
- Yesterday, my medical heroes told me they want to keep me alive through my 60’s, 70’s, and 80’s.
- I heroically added “… and my 90’s.”
I may be a hero to some people, but I am not heroic enough to visit Rochester, Minnesota, USA in the winter. Does that sound like a hero to you?
Do you see any heroes in any of the other photos I heroically took yesterday?
Astound me, please, with a comment (heroic or otherwise).
Thanks to all my heroes out there, including you!