Last Saturday marked one month since my bypass surgery. When I think back to what I experienced, it seems like so long ago, until I start coughing. My chest still clicks when I move or cough which reminds me of the 6 nickel plated stainless steel 12 gauge cables tying my sternum together. Can't wait to try it out at the airport. Or at least see it in a chest xray.
My incisions are healing, my leg is not as swollen and I am waiting for my sutures to dissolve. It has been suggested (ok it's me) for Halloween I dress up as a heart patient with an open shirt exposing my scars. I only need to find a hospital gown with no back. Not really, I still have a hard time looking at the chest incision in the mirror. I tend to freak when Gayle examines it by touching it.
I was asked by Gayle what I was thinking of just before I went under. When people talk about the bright light at the end of the tunnel, I assume they are mistaking those lights for the bright lights of the operating room. I don't remember a tunnel. I don't remember a presence. My thoughts ran more about how the Christian faith applies to the situation. When someone dies, do they lay in a purgatory mode of sleep or do they function as a spirit as most would believe. That and if I would see my family again. Then I woke up.
I find that we as the living tend to create scenarios that comfort us. Parents watching over us, angels protecting us, a better life in the afterlife. As one who almost went there early, I have no idea, but have my doubts about our perceptions on what comforts us. I still struggle with that. The only thing I can come up with is that I was not meant to go yet.....and I was given additional time to.......I'll let you know when I figure it out.
I don't see this turning out to be a Ebeneezer Scrooge transformation. What makes me, me is my foilbles. Good and bad. What may change is my perspective.
I have had a few significant friends in my life taken at a relatively young age. Linda Heng, Mark Sakanashi, Gail Toguchi Yoshimine, Todd Sakata. These were active, productive servants in the church and their community. And Im still here.
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Friday, October 7, 2011
Observations
-The first day of my hospital stay was laying in a bed in ICU. Early that morning they did an angiogram and found the blockage. They left a balloon pump in to ease the pain and the plan was for me to rest as they will operate the next day. According to Gayle, she was told that anything could happen, a heart attack, stroke or various other issues that might alter that plan. It reminded me of the draft lottery during the Vietnam war. Your fate is dependent on the the random selection of events of life. So I am laying there with tubes and IVs coming out of me, either sleeping or waiting. I vaguely recall people coming to visit. Apparently there were a few that just watched me sleep.
Nakedness. I never knew what naked meant until I was shaved of every hair on my body. A strange feeling.
Poked, exposed and naked: You get used to the fact that you are like an open museum exhibit with people constantly coming to view, touch, withdraw fluids or try to inject you with some substance.
Catheter: well, in a word, freedom. No trying to urinate in a bottle, no worrying about fluid intake, waking up in the middle of the night, etc. Only the restriction of movement.
Trust: Remember the trust walk of church camp? Well that compares little to the trust in the staff, especially the ICU nurses. You want to do what? Ok go ahead.....
Cost of Medicine: If I add up the value of the equipment used, drugs dispensed, labor of the staff, etc., I have exceeded my net worth. Thank goodness for Health Insurance, even with deductables.... The guy next to me had a stent put in and had no insurance. They told him he was discharged and to get a check up at the county hospital or free clinic. They warned him to don't stop taking his meds, but didn't offer much in assistance for the cost of those meds.
Tough Love: ICU nurses. I have great respect for them.
Fight on: My heart surgeon made sure I was aware of his alma mater... I could see my friends Mel and Sam smile with approval as they watch from their seats at the Collesium.
If you are not wearing your bifocals, it is difficult to tell what the buttons on your bed are. Especially the call nurse button. Took me four days to figure it out.
Friends: You begin to understand the impact of friends and their support when in a helpless position. Thank you all.......
Nakedness. I never knew what naked meant until I was shaved of every hair on my body. A strange feeling.
Poked, exposed and naked: You get used to the fact that you are like an open museum exhibit with people constantly coming to view, touch, withdraw fluids or try to inject you with some substance.
Catheter: well, in a word, freedom. No trying to urinate in a bottle, no worrying about fluid intake, waking up in the middle of the night, etc. Only the restriction of movement.
Trust: Remember the trust walk of church camp? Well that compares little to the trust in the staff, especially the ICU nurses. You want to do what? Ok go ahead.....
Cost of Medicine: If I add up the value of the equipment used, drugs dispensed, labor of the staff, etc., I have exceeded my net worth. Thank goodness for Health Insurance, even with deductables.... The guy next to me had a stent put in and had no insurance. They told him he was discharged and to get a check up at the county hospital or free clinic. They warned him to don't stop taking his meds, but didn't offer much in assistance for the cost of those meds.
Tough Love: ICU nurses. I have great respect for them.
Fight on: My heart surgeon made sure I was aware of his alma mater... I could see my friends Mel and Sam smile with approval as they watch from their seats at the Collesium.
If you are not wearing your bifocals, it is difficult to tell what the buttons on your bed are. Especially the call nurse button. Took me four days to figure it out.
Friends: You begin to understand the impact of friends and their support when in a helpless position. Thank you all.......
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Five Percent
On Thurs. Sept 15th at a West high Band parent meeting around 7:30pm I felt a deep, sharp pain in the left side of my chest.
It was a pain I never experienced before and after 10 minutes it went away. Around 10pm later that night, it came back and did not go away. After 15 minutes, I went to the authoratative source of most people, the Internet to check on the symptoms of a heart attack. I searched multiple sites to verify the symptoms. My problem was that while the sites were consistant, I was not meeting most of the signs, I think I met about 1.5 of the symptoms. No pressure on the chest, numbness in the arms, etc. It was only when I felt like throwing up, I went to go get Gayle to take me to the hospital.
Long story short, I had open heart bypass surgery on Sat.Sept. 17th 2011. Quadruple bypass surgery due to 97% blockage in four arteries.
Why 5%? On a previous blog, I shared that Gayle's brother had a heart attack in Feb. of this year. I called our Dr. the next day to get a referral to a Cardiac Doctor to get Gayle checked out. It is her side of the family that has a history of heart disease. Of course I made the appointment, drove her there and waited for her. She was a little irritated at me, especially since she passed with no problems. To appease her, I scheduled an appointment for myself the next week.
I also passed the EKG, Echo Cardiogram and Stress test. Since that time, I have pretty much lived my life as usual. Jeff's wedding, officiating basketball games, climbing stairs at work, going to various board meetings, etc.
But the comment that struck me the most was from the Cardiologist. I am among the 5% that pass the tests, yet usually experience what they call the widow maker. The guys who fall over dead with a massive heart attack. Gayle always says I am definitely not normal. I guess it worked in my favor this time.......
You will see over the next few weeks posts of what I went through, both physically and emotionally.
It was a pain I never experienced before and after 10 minutes it went away. Around 10pm later that night, it came back and did not go away. After 15 minutes, I went to the authoratative source of most people, the Internet to check on the symptoms of a heart attack. I searched multiple sites to verify the symptoms. My problem was that while the sites were consistant, I was not meeting most of the signs, I think I met about 1.5 of the symptoms. No pressure on the chest, numbness in the arms, etc. It was only when I felt like throwing up, I went to go get Gayle to take me to the hospital.
Long story short, I had open heart bypass surgery on Sat.Sept. 17th 2011. Quadruple bypass surgery due to 97% blockage in four arteries.
Why 5%? On a previous blog, I shared that Gayle's brother had a heart attack in Feb. of this year. I called our Dr. the next day to get a referral to a Cardiac Doctor to get Gayle checked out. It is her side of the family that has a history of heart disease. Of course I made the appointment, drove her there and waited for her. She was a little irritated at me, especially since she passed with no problems. To appease her, I scheduled an appointment for myself the next week.
I also passed the EKG, Echo Cardiogram and Stress test. Since that time, I have pretty much lived my life as usual. Jeff's wedding, officiating basketball games, climbing stairs at work, going to various board meetings, etc.
But the comment that struck me the most was from the Cardiologist. I am among the 5% that pass the tests, yet usually experience what they call the widow maker. The guys who fall over dead with a massive heart attack. Gayle always says I am definitely not normal. I guess it worked in my favor this time.......
You will see over the next few weeks posts of what I went through, both physically and emotionally.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
What's next?
Jordan came home from France right after Memorial day. He was anxious to return rather than stay a few extra weeks. One of the adjustments he had was the amount of food we eat. We took him to a Mexican restrauant and he could not believe how much food he was served or how much Jared ate. He also commented that the noise level was almost unbearable, in France, you can speak softly and be easily heard.
He has yet to complete his blog on his adventures in France. Towards the end, the work load got to him and he was preparing to come home. We are trying to encourage him to write more on his adventures. He did take us out to a tree to show us how to remove a cork from a wine bottle with a shoe and a tree. It loses somethig in translation from the utube video. It's best to use a big tree. For some reason, everyone was reluctant to volunteer their shoe.
He then spent two weeks in San Diego visiting friends at UCSD. We figure he was camping out on his couch he lent out and we caught up with him at his graduation. 8am in the morning...... a cold, gloomy, misty morning with a ceremony that exceeded two hours. I don't know, High school graduation didn't seem to be that great an acomplishment (a typical asian view....you are expected to continue on to college.. and knowing that Jordan probably slept through half of high school). Though we are proud of his graduation, it seems anticlimatic, knowing that he is planning to go on to grad school. Talk about assumed expectations...... As parents, we expect our son's to achieve that level. Others would be estatic, Gayle and I are ...... whats next?
He has yet to complete his blog on his adventures in France. Towards the end, the work load got to him and he was preparing to come home. We are trying to encourage him to write more on his adventures. He did take us out to a tree to show us how to remove a cork from a wine bottle with a shoe and a tree. It loses somethig in translation from the utube video. It's best to use a big tree. For some reason, everyone was reluctant to volunteer their shoe.
He then spent two weeks in San Diego visiting friends at UCSD. We figure he was camping out on his couch he lent out and we caught up with him at his graduation. 8am in the morning...... a cold, gloomy, misty morning with a ceremony that exceeded two hours. I don't know, High school graduation didn't seem to be that great an acomplishment (a typical asian view....you are expected to continue on to college.. and knowing that Jordan probably slept through half of high school). Though we are proud of his graduation, it seems anticlimatic, knowing that he is planning to go on to grad school. Talk about assumed expectations...... As parents, we expect our son's to achieve that level. Others would be estatic, Gayle and I are ...... whats next?
melancholy.
A family friend recently asked me if I had been updating the blog. Well as you can tell, no. My plan was to update until the Wedding, essentially closing out the recent journey of Jeff through his surgery to his adjustment back to life.
In May, it marked two years since his surgery. It was semi emotional for me. On the one hand there was still a sense of guilt of what we could have done. On the other, it was to admire how far he has come.
The wedding in July will be a watershed moment due to its significance on their future life, but also on their adjustment to what life has thrown at them. Jeff is not fully recovered, never will be, but he is highly functional. You could not tell what happened unless you notice the slight hitch in the way he walks. He was never a skier, or an avid outdoors person, but he is still able to play basketball in limited fashion.
Since Jordan has come home, it is comforting to see all three together doing the little things in life. Playing Nintendo, basketball, and on their computers all at the same time. At least for the next month.
We are seeing the future come quick. The invitations are out. Tiff moved into their apartment and they are slowly setting it up. It was a strange feeling the other weekend when both sets of parents were there helping to set up. It was a constant battle of what we want for them vs. what they want. It is their new home. Of course Jeff keeps looking at stuff at home to see what they can use. I am questioning whether they can put much more into that apartment and dreading the day they move elsewhere.
Jeff comes home each night after working on things with Tiff. Yesterday as the family gathered for Jordan’s graduation, she was correcting her bio papers while Jeff helped. Those of you married to teachers will understand. So come the end of July we step into a new phase, with hope and melancholy.
In May, it marked two years since his surgery. It was semi emotional for me. On the one hand there was still a sense of guilt of what we could have done. On the other, it was to admire how far he has come.
The wedding in July will be a watershed moment due to its significance on their future life, but also on their adjustment to what life has thrown at them. Jeff is not fully recovered, never will be, but he is highly functional. You could not tell what happened unless you notice the slight hitch in the way he walks. He was never a skier, or an avid outdoors person, but he is still able to play basketball in limited fashion.
Since Jordan has come home, it is comforting to see all three together doing the little things in life. Playing Nintendo, basketball, and on their computers all at the same time. At least for the next month.
We are seeing the future come quick. The invitations are out. Tiff moved into their apartment and they are slowly setting it up. It was a strange feeling the other weekend when both sets of parents were there helping to set up. It was a constant battle of what we want for them vs. what they want. It is their new home. Of course Jeff keeps looking at stuff at home to see what they can use. I am questioning whether they can put much more into that apartment and dreading the day they move elsewhere.
Jeff comes home each night after working on things with Tiff. Yesterday as the family gathered for Jordan’s graduation, she was correcting her bio papers while Jeff helped. Those of you married to teachers will understand. So come the end of July we step into a new phase, with hope and melancholy.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Be careful of what you post, someone might actually read it
I am just beginning to deal with and understand today’s world of communication. What comes to mind is the influence or power of the internet. My usual perspective as a parent is being careful of what you put on face book; literally, it is accessible by the whole world. I was going to use the term everyone, but recent events with Jordan has made me understand the impact a little more.
While I have begun to understand the impact of the Internet with the recent events in Japan, I can instantly access information about the Tsunami and it’s after affects, I was able to explore other perspectives other than CNN from other countries and those living over in Japan. But to be honest, it wasn’t until Jordan wrote his last blog and email that jolted me.
Two exchange students studying at Sciences Po University have recently lost their lives due to an apartment fire. One other is still in critical condition. Jordan naturally wrote about the incident in his blog, but little did he realize the impact he would have. When he first wrote about the incident, I went on a Google search to find out more information. I saw one small written report and one short video report. Both were non specific and short on details. It wasn’t he fire or smoke that directly caused their death, but it was the jump from the 5th floor apartment to escape the fire.
In Jordan’s blog, he mentioned the three students by name. The two students that died were from UC Berkeley and Sidney Australia, the other from Seattle. Due to the lack of information, or at least in English, relatives and friends in hit the Internet to find out what occurred and to verify the identities of the students. A search of their names turned up Jordan’s Blog. Over 2,000 hits in two days.
His new sense of responsibility was to be as accurate as possible. He has provided as much information as possible with links (the same ones I found) and the posted letter from the Director of Sciences Po. He has also contacted the University of California Student office in Paris and Sciences Po for statements and verification of information.
This has been a quick lesson in accountability and how what you post can have an impact on others lives.
While I have begun to understand the impact of the Internet with the recent events in Japan, I can instantly access information about the Tsunami and it’s after affects, I was able to explore other perspectives other than CNN from other countries and those living over in Japan. But to be honest, it wasn’t until Jordan wrote his last blog and email that jolted me.
Two exchange students studying at Sciences Po University have recently lost their lives due to an apartment fire. One other is still in critical condition. Jordan naturally wrote about the incident in his blog, but little did he realize the impact he would have. When he first wrote about the incident, I went on a Google search to find out more information. I saw one small written report and one short video report. Both were non specific and short on details. It wasn’t he fire or smoke that directly caused their death, but it was the jump from the 5th floor apartment to escape the fire.
In Jordan’s blog, he mentioned the three students by name. The two students that died were from UC Berkeley and Sidney Australia, the other from Seattle. Due to the lack of information, or at least in English, relatives and friends in hit the Internet to find out what occurred and to verify the identities of the students. A search of their names turned up Jordan’s Blog. Over 2,000 hits in two days.
His new sense of responsibility was to be as accurate as possible. He has provided as much information as possible with links (the same ones I found) and the posted letter from the Director of Sciences Po. He has also contacted the University of California Student office in Paris and Sciences Po for statements and verification of information.
This has been a quick lesson in accountability and how what you post can have an impact on others lives.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Engineering Based Reality
Jordan's daily postings has somehow motivated me to be more current. I decided that the previous format was a little too dark.....so I am going with a brighter drab beige. I intend to post some pictures if I can ever take the time to figure out how to do it. The advantage I have is that my readership is limited even though accessable world wide. Which brings up my next diversion. We recently went to a family friend's daughter's wedding. We found that the new fun activity is photo booths. Yes, those curtained booths that you may remember from the mall or in my case, P.O.P. There was a line of guests all night. The participants and wedding couple each get a copy of the pictures.
Now the engineer in me thought "I can do that", words that strikes fear into Gayle's heart. So my new diversion is creating a photo booth for the wedding. Engineers do tend to be cheap and slightly in touch with reality. The Internet only encourages the delusion and the cost of creating one often exceeds the cost of renting one. I already downloaded some software, looking into the printer, modifying the computer setup and drawing up plans for the booth. At least I have 5 months to create, test and get approval from Jeff and Tiff. My budget is set, not including the cost of the photo paper and ink. As if I didn't have enough projects to do at home.
Now that Jordan has settled into his new living situation, we can relax a bit. Jeff continues to play basketball once a week. I mention this again as he is still adjusting to physical limitations. He also went running last night with Tiff. These are good signs.
Now the engineer in me thought "I can do that", words that strikes fear into Gayle's heart. So my new diversion is creating a photo booth for the wedding. Engineers do tend to be cheap and slightly in touch with reality. The Internet only encourages the delusion and the cost of creating one often exceeds the cost of renting one. I already downloaded some software, looking into the printer, modifying the computer setup and drawing up plans for the booth. At least I have 5 months to create, test and get approval from Jeff and Tiff. My budget is set, not including the cost of the photo paper and ink. As if I didn't have enough projects to do at home.
Now that Jordan has settled into his new living situation, we can relax a bit. Jeff continues to play basketball once a week. I mention this again as he is still adjusting to physical limitations. He also went running last night with Tiff. These are good signs.
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