Finally, my blood began to coagulate.
However, I felt great, energetic, and alive.
But, now that I was old enough for Medicare,
I decided to have a medical exam at 65.
After a series of various tests, my primary
doctor recommended a cardiologist.
When did my heart condition start?
And what is the medical remedy?
What on earth must one do?
It's like a traffic jam.
The traffic light alone can no
longer direct the traffic flow.
Too many vehicles; Not enough lanes.
My doctor asked questions and more questions.
What was your father's cause of death?
My father's demise had occurred at the age
of 58, and in fact, no males in my father's
family had lived past the age of 65. So,
I never knew if their blood ever coagulated.
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