AS I probably told most of you I am 86 in October. By the grace of God I still exercise 4-5 days a week. Well, little did I know that I had venous blockages in my legs and one artery. It's PAD. Simply an age condition. As of today, all is clear and apparently I'll be around a little bit longer. Thank you Lord and thank you for Dr Qamar.
Modern medicine, truly a miracle
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Peripheral artery disease is for the artery problem in your leg. I assume you had an angioplasty, or less likely a vascular bypass graft, which is not done as often nowadays.
As for the veins, it would not be PAD, maybe venous insufficiency? That’s another form of peripheral vascular disease, a general term that includes PAD.
I’m glad everything worked out for you! Getting old is not for sissies.
As for the veins, it would not be PAD, maybe venous insufficiency? That’s another form of peripheral vascular disease, a general term that includes PAD.
I’m glad everything worked out for you! Getting old is not for sissies.
You are late to the party, but good to go now - carry on!
Me - at 83 I am so tired of hospitals and OR visits, latest is a 6" scar on my back, they say they got all of the melanoma. Onward !!
I'm kind of surprised some of ya'll are in your 80's. You roll pretty hard.
We are all products of depression era parents.. They made us tough. lol
There is a lot of truth in that slw.
It also made many of them goofy watching the crap show Waltons hoping those days would return.
Yes, nothing like a lard and onion sandwich. Yum yum.
Chum -- with all due respect to slwlion's description of parents and the era that made them - we as kids remember not having the accessories and pleasures of today's lifestyle. Yet -- we, from challenging beginnings are part of The Greatest Generation !
My Father graduated from ESSC in 1940 as a teacher, after working and saving for 4 years. Taught at the Naval Academy during the war and made $4800 per year in 1951 teaching Jr. High School Math in the suburbs of Phila at Abington. Then as Principal for 24 years died at 65 before any SS money.
The rest of us have been challenged, graduated Penn State, worked hard, had families and some are retired - not me. My next business plan goes to the CEO of Comcast tomorrow. And one more in the works before I hand off the rest. (this is just me - many others have found their own way)
Please whatever you do or think of us - do not denigrate the aspects of many who wonder about a 'return to the basics' in some way. Many iterations of variables may not always find a true solace of grace and enlightenment - or truth and happiness.
May I suggest a statement from my book - ' every sunrise and every sunset - is a blessing' .... that is all we really wish for.
I'm just saying, wishing for the return of the late 20s and early 30s and believing Earl Hamner's crap is like a kid believing he's going to find buried treasure.
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"If I knew I'd live this long, I'd have taken better care of myself." - attributed to many, most notably Mickey Mantle.
That may be the last generation that saw their lives exceed expectations. I think of my parents. Born and raised in the depression. I recall my Dad telling us that on their honeymoon my folks traveled to Niagara Falls. Problem, because it was November 1939 and Canada was at war and they enforced a black out.
My brother was born in 1943 and Dad was shipped overseas. A survivor of the depression with no right to think he'd ever see his young wife and son again.
Fortunately for me, he made it home. Ran his own business and in retirement, he took Mom to Belgium to retrace his footsteps during the Battle of the Bulge. They traveled to Hawaii. Spent winters in Florida.
They were nothing more than middle class Americans that lived to see and do things that they never had a right to dream of when they were in their teens, twenties, etc.
Mom stayed at home to keep us in line and when we faltered, she'd remind us that Dad would be coming home soon. Even though he never raised a hand to us, it was all the deterrent we needed.
My parents didn't believe in giving us everything we wanted. They saw to it that we had everything we needed. Dad never gave me an inch, I didn't earn. He'd never have been caught taking my part with a coach or teacher over grades or playing time or discipline. Thank God for that.
Having grown up in that time, we never thought we were poor but looking back we were.
It is exceedingly difficult to make others understand. We were not special just raised with more discipline and respect and understanding honor as a foundation of America. Please do not attack an old man with generational differences. That said, God bless y'all.
If you grew up in the 50s, you lived surrounded by heroes in your neighborhood. Always curious I'd ask " Dad what did Mr. X, Y,Z do in the war. He'd reply ...Airborne, Navy, Marine Corps etc.
I had one neighbor that wasn't particularly friendly. My Dad told me he spent the war as a POW. I instinctively understand that was bad and tried never to visit or disturb him. These men knew what was important in life and didn't need to live vicariously through their children. I once complained at the dinner table about football. My Pop looked up from his plate and said in a matter of fact tone..."if playing football makes you unhappy, you can go to work for me after school." That taught me one of the best lessons of my life. We could use wisdom like this today.
I had some neighbors who had numbers tattooed on their forearms.
I worked for a guy who was one of the Rangers who stormed Pointe du Hoc. If you don't know about it, look it up. One of the nicest people I ever met.
As for the original topic, our nuclear family consists of five people. Four of us would be dead now without modern medicine.
I am exercising 5-6 days a week at 77. You are an inspiration to me keep up the great work. Walking and swimming for me, need to do some weights though.
Growing up I lived next door to one of my uncles that was awarded a Silver Star for action during the Battle of the Bulge. Enlisted in July 1944, hit Europe in Oct 1944, wounded around Metz by a German 88 in Jan 1945, spent over a year recovering in a hospital at Camp Pickett VA, and then was discharged in 1946 minus most of one of his calfs which he left overseas. He was a great man and would hit fly balls to me up in the field for hours seeming to never get tired or bored of doing it.
I do minimal weight lifting, no more than 50 lbs to tone arms.
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