In a moment, in an instant the tears began to
flow...Tears of Joy.
Despite the inordinate degrees of love and highs that I have experienced in my short life, crying that day in the recovery room was the happiest I have ever been. Could I have guessed that the confining walls of a recovery room would stir such emotion?
No...never.
In late January of 2003, I committed myself to having my Aortic Valve replaced with a Medtronic
Freestyle Valve. I approached this daunting procedure without fear of trepidation. Dr. Dennis Modry, an internationally respected surgeon with the Cardiac Unit at the University of Alberta, was the physician who would implant the bio-prosthesis valve. I have lived life trusting my own judgment, and I had decided after hundreds of hours of research and consultations with doctors and friends that the best hands to work on my heart were those of Dr. Modry.
I remember feeling a little underpowered as I dragged my luggage through San Francisco Airport, racing to catch the plane in Edmonton. I remember the icy greeting of the Northern Alberta winter, as I stepped off the plane into -41C, and that's without the wind chill! The baggage doors of the plane were frozen
shut. We had to wait more than two hours for our luggage. I was almost in the hospital. I could smell it.
The efficiency and kindness that Dr. Modry's office displayed, under the direction of Jennie Hruba, was mind-boggling. On January 14th, while at
Secret Spot Sonoma, California, I made the decision to have my Aortic valve repaired. I didn't have a
choice! It was 80% fused shut according to an American cardiologist. During the months leading up to my decision to undergo surgery, I hadn't been my vigorous self when scuba diving in the cold waters off Northern California. The annoying cough and fluid build up in my lungs would just not go away. Passing out under heavy exertion was getting a little "old," not to mention frightening.
Just two short
weeks later,
I arrived in Edmonton, thanks chiefly to the immediate efforts of Dr. Modry and
Jennie...and was on the operating table on January 29th.
I distinctly remember being wheeled away to the OR on a
stretcher
thinking that these could be my final conscious
moments, but more than likely I was just in for a short sleep with a rather rude awakening. I had a great deal of faith in Dr. Modry, and the force that guides his hands, so I had no reason to be afraid.
Switch to post-operation in the ICU. Imagine waking up with a dozen tubes, catheters, electrodes and other
apparatus plumbed into your body, sticking out of every orifice and available vein. All I knew was I wanted two of them
out
immediately...the breathing tube and the barbaric urinary catheter. As I looked around the room with what seemed like new eyes, I focused on the grave faces of the nurses and the grey faces of the patients around me.
I remember how Dr. Modry so succinctly stated on my second day in ICU: "Phill Michael does not belong here!" His erudite and sympathetic comment
struck a chord and, within half an hour, I got out of
bed...sat in a
chair...shaved my own
head and looked forward to going for a walk. I looked around the ICU again. The grey faces gained some colour, as they witnessed my transformation, and a few of the nurses were beaming, as was my Mom.
"How do we pick ourselves up from the seemingly lowest places in the world?"
"How do we inspire ourselves and others to live our dreams and reach new heights?"
"How do we achieve the impossible while facing ostensibly insurmountable odds?"
Of course we do it with support from
others, but we follow through on our
own...always. The final push comes from within.
Successfully going through major open heart surgery and moving on to greater things in life requires:
-major support from capable, experienced
people
-
support from the providers of well researched medical, technical
apparatus
-intelligent
fearlessness
-humility
-respect for new and unfamiliar
environments
-
and tireless drive.
It also requires the knowledge and self- confidence that
,
"YOU CAN DO IT!"
So does climbing
Mount Everest.