Now that my life expectancy has been greatly reduced, I see no point in making any long-term commitments. Even medium-term commitments are dubious.For example, my 1995 Honda Civic car is 15 years old (obviously!), and it's gotten to the point that I need to replace it. Normally, I would buy another Honda Civic--those cars are very reliable, and another Civic may last me another 15 years. The problem is, I may not last another 15 years.So I figure: What's the point of buying a brand-new shiny Civic or Acura or other fine car that may last another 10-15 years, when I won't last that long? I might as well save some money and buy a used Chevy Cobalt. By the time it dies, I'll be dead too. Most likely my heart will give out before the Chevy Cobalt's engine does.
Whenever I learn of some new potential or actual complication of ESRD (whether personal or theoretical) I absorb the gravity of the thing and set about living as if I can be the exception to the "rule".
Since my heart attack, I have to admit that I've been living in fear. I'm off to see the heart dudes to-day and we'll see what they have to say. The words of the heart surgeon, who did the angiogram and inserted the stents, still ring in my ears -"I did the best I could with what was placed in front of me".