NOW what?

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Quick update to everyone. Easier to share as a blog.


My left arm went numb and limp, on Thursday AM 8/8.   I went to Bryn Mawr Hospital. It was a TIA.   I ended up staying two nights.

  Possibly triggered by the Babesiosis ( that I just got over a week before) which causes the body to nosedive platelets and flood white blood cells and all kinds of other reactions to try to combat the invasion .    It was for this reason that my doctor suspected leukemia before my clever brother-in-law doctor suggested a tick borne problem treated with courses of various antibiotics. which is exactly what we did. and caused a big turn for the better very quickly. 


But the root cause probably developed over time. It was a 2/3 blocked carotid artery. I had a longish carotid stent placed this morning at 8:00 a.m.   (Fri 8/9). 


Thank you for everyone for caring and praying. it's one of those things that you feel grateful that got caught (or) God caught because it would have turned into a major problem.   


The people at the hospital here are great. Top notch vascular surgery unit at Bryn Mawr, impressive.   They say that kicking  my two pack a day habit would help.   Kidding, not much post op concerns, back to life. All tuned up. 


I did come home today, sat 8/10.   I had a commercial grade nap, since they woke me up literally on the hour for the last two nights.   Good to be home and on the mend.    

I also got a "hospital-stay Teddy Bear", a family tradition:  If you stay onernight in the hospital you get a gift store Teddy.    Linda had dozens, I haven't stayed in a hospital since birth.   Just one Teddy in my collection would be plenty, thanks. 


It's fun hearing from everyone but let's think of a better excuse to catch up next time.     

Love

Steve. 


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