My attitude
I don't want to give the impression that I'm cavalier about bypass surgery. I was not naive about what that meant. I had a few experiences earlier in life that put me in the hospital, being hit by a car the most notable. The idea of surgery didn't appeal to me when I was first diagnosed with coronary artery blockage in 2002 so I put it off. I don't like being messed with. As symptoms progressed it started to dawn on me that I was headed for a wheel chair. Dropping dead was acceptable, vegetating in a wheel chair was not so I opted for surgery. I wasn't afraid, I figured if they did kill me in the hospital I wouldn't know about it and if they didn't I'd go home, heal up, and be fine. That expectation is based on precedent. I do have a few symptoms that are troubling but combine those with tolerance for discomfort and what my wife charaterizes as a peculiar attitude (pictures from intensive care) and I'm doing fine. I may make fun of what I experienced, that's just me. That does not mean I don't appreciate that many of you have had a much harder experience. Pat Pat