Meanwhile....

Thursday approaches, the day that I suspect I will receive the definitive information about what my options are.  Options, treatments, instructions (whatever I want to call them) I can hardly say the words revascularization,  LVAD and transplant.  For the past year she has constantly thrown out options that require surgical interventions.  These new options are preceded by valve replacement and an ICD implant that never came to fruition with no explanation why.  Is this time any different?  Are the words used to scare me into submission?  Am I caught up in the broken medical industry that has greedily turned its sights on me as a stream of income instead of a living feeling breathing person with a beginning and an end?  Meanwhile the world goes on. 

 

"Wild Geese" written and read by Mary Oliver