I was just putting my truck in gear to head out of state, when the phone rang. I was waiting for the full results of Friday's stress test, as well as waiting to hear about my psych appointment.
It was the Heart Center, letting me know that the Dr. found "significant changes" from last year's ST. So, I'm having an angiogram in the morning. If necessary, he'll put in more stents. Oh, yes, I already have seven. On top of six bypasses.
I've been told by a couple cardiologists the I shouldn't transition. So far, this one has been "guardedly" approving. I really hope this isn't the event that becomes the dealbreaker. I've waited so long to get this far, I'll need a shrink if this journey has to end here. I'm standing on the platform, watching that wonderful train pull into the station. Soon it'll come to a stop at this very platform. I'm so eager to climb aboard, to claim a seat on the transition train. But will my ticket be snatched from my trembling hand? Will I be denied that ride? "Please depart from the platform, now, Sir! You, in fact must leave the station. Thank you, Sir!"
I'm sitting here, with tears flowing down my cheeks, my stomach aches, as I wonder what is going to happen with my transition. In a day or two, I'll have the answer to that. And I'll share it, whatever it may be.
Hugs,
Leah