Oxnard—It’s Monday morning, March 2, and we’re marching toward the final countdown and God willing, transplant day.
I HAVE one task to complete, a heart stress test, which I plan to schedule today. It was scheduled for early January, but I needed to wait until all my Medicare cards were delivered to me.
I’ve done this test before and barely passed, so I walk nightly with my beloved wife Janis, my eternal partner in crime,
It’s not going as well as I’d hoped. I’m older, and it’s taking me longer to get in shape. After discussing the challenge with Janis, we’re now trying to walk longer distances twice a day, or one on days I cover events, and right now, the bulk of those events occur on Sundays.
Janis has a bunch of blood tests that need to be finished, as well as a colonoscopy.
I was diagnosed with kidney failure in February 2024, but I knew I was in trouble, and my kidneys had been declining for many years. I doubt that I could have stopped this, but less arrogance and fewer incidents where I had paid a ton of money to find out that nothing was wrong…
