Today is the 9th anniversary of my heart surgery. I wasn't supposed to live to 50, according to my surgeon, unless I got to a normal weight. I wrote in my paper journal:
Sometimes the doctors do look at me like they wonder how I do it. Is it the fiber? The antioxidants? The power of love? Who knows? I made it another year, that's all that matters.
Dr. Bronstein came in and told me the surgery went fine, then lectured me about my weight. He told me that if I didn't get down to a normal weight I wouldn't make it to age 50. (I'm 42.)
Sometimes the doctors do look at me like they wonder how I do it. Is it the fiber? The antioxidants? The power of love? Who knows? I made it another year, that's all that matters.
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