The Pacemaker
Although I was retired and full of energy,
My heartbeat was irregular and slow.
They would beat slow, pause, and restart.
I never saw it coming, but I was slowly dying.
I passed out several times, but still was clueless.
I quickly awaken after each pass-out, but there
Was one occasion when I passed out in the kitchen.
I was all alone and asleep on the kitchen floor, and my
Son awakened me. Had I been home alone, I would have
Surely died. Sometime after that incident and after turning
65, I went in for a physical exam. My primary doctor, among
Other things, checked my heart and referred me to a cardiologist.
The heart specialist spoke plain language to me with great analogy.
The cardiologist informed me that our hearts come with a pacemaker,
But mine was like a 6-cylinder engine with 2 or 3 spark plugs malfunctioning.
Their solution was the insertion of a pacemaker that would greatly assist my
Heart. With an 8-year life span, the pacemaker would interact with the heart. It would set the pace for the rate and number of beats per minute normally
Required for me. I was reluctant to their remedy, but 6 months later, I was Provided a pacemaker. I tell you, she's the size of a wrist watch, and sitting
Just below my left shoulder is a warrior, a tropper, a pace-setter who has been Fighting for me and my heart for 7 years, keeping us alive. With one pill and
An aspirin a day, my pacemaker, expected to serve me for 8 years, is doing Just fine. God, the love of my life, is GOOD, and His Grace is sufficient.
051422PSCtest, How you live or have been healed from a difficult and challenging health condition, Angela Tune
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