Cold and cloudy again, and not enough sleep. Although my head was clear and sharp, I wasn't in my best form. With a cardiology appointment at twenty to two in UHW, I allowed plenty of time to get there by public transport, as I wanted to see how long the outbound journey would take for future planning. I can afford a taxi, but it's good to know how long it takes on a two bus journey, if I don't have time or energy to for the fifty minute walk. My early phone alarm reminded me that I needed to make a sandwich to eat, as I would be travelling there through lunch time. I was lucky to get a bus for the twenty minute ride into town straight away, then a short walk to pick up a number nine outside Wyndham Arcade for the half hour ride to the Heath hospital. I arrived five minutes late at Cardiology reception due to the difficulty of finding the place, tucked away at the far end of the first floor. I was weighed and measured and had my blood pressure taken - high as usual - then after a short wait, I met Consultant Dr O'Neill who told me troubling things.
My leaky heart valve is getting worse. I may need heart valve surgery at some future date. Plus there's a risk from an electrical blip in the heart rhythm which could cause me to faint, even though I am walking fit, not breathless, and have no pain. He proposed fitting a pacemaker. I'm not happy about either of these options. Whether I do or don't decide to get in the surgical queue when it becomes necessary there's risk either way. Such uncertainty on the eve of my eighty first birthday.
I've received the blessed gift of a life that has been fulfilling and happy. Whatever time remains to me is uncertain and random. It could be snatched away from me in a brief crisis for all involved. I experienced grief at the thought of leaving my family behind when I had the stroke without knowing if I'd recover. I'm experiencing the same grief now in the light of this unwelcome new knowledge, and I weep.
I don't think we can live entirely in the moment as if nothing else matters. Who we are, relationships with each other, hold memories of the past and hopes for the future, bound together by love. I'm blessed to have known the love of a family, received and given in all its variety. What am I without those who have come into my life over the years? My wife, daughters, son, foster daughter, grandchildren, nephews and nieces, in-laws, all the generations I knew who came before me, who knew me before I knew myself. So much to give God thanks for, so much love.