I spoke with the Grand Secretary, MWB Sam Roberts this morning and he wants everyone to know that he is doing great. As you may have heard, he had to be readmitted to the hospital on Wednesday due to a complication at his incision site. Basically, he developed a blood clot and pseudoaneurysm in his leg. The doctors have gotten him tuned up and ready to go home, so he anticipates that he will be released today. He wanted me to tell everyone that he appreciates all of your thoughts and prayers. He hopes to spend a quiet Labor Day weekend at home with Vickie and their cats, resting and recuperating.
Assistant Grand Secretary
Sam is lounging at home, in his jammies, when he really should be working. The bum!
Vickie and I are overwhelmed with the calls, messages, texts, emails, thoughts and prayers from everyone. Such an out pouring of concern and wishes for recovery makes us realize just how truly blessed we are. So many friends and people that are sincerely concerned are irreplaceable and more valuable than anything else in the world, and we bask in the light of all the love.
Sooooooo, what happened?
Friday was just another normal day at the office… until about 9:45 or so. I had a banana for breakfast about 15 minutes earlier and as sometimes can happen with a banana, it might not make it all the way down. What began as a simple case of heartburn, was just that, until it intensified to be a bother. The cold sweats and then the streams of perspiration were the first real indicators that maybe it’s not the typical bout of indigestion. A concern that it might be painful to faint and fall to the floor convinced me to beat the rush and just pick a piece of carpet for myself.
Thinking that it wouldn’t be a good idea to get myself a cold compress, I prevailed on VWB Clint for his assistance. He IS the Assistant Grand Secretary after all. That seems to have gotten the attention of the Staff. Now while I have a large office, it’s not big enough for the party that seemed to be gathering. Sharp continuous pain in the center of my chest resting on top of the beer gut, and difficulty breathing seemed to warrant a 911 call. Thanks to everyone that supported the last EMS levy because the Boys in Blue were there in a jiffy.
A couple of things for note.
One: It’s only when you may be in a bit of distress that people, especially strangers, want to ask you forty thousand questions. And because they don’t share, people standing right next to each other generally will ask the same questions over and over. What’s worse is, because I look (or is that act?) much younger than my actual age, they all think you are a fibber and will ask your birthday at least a hundred times. And when you are having chest pains and trouble breathing, you might not get the exact number of years right.
Two: When they begin to insert the stents, sometimes the heart has a tendency to do some funny stuff. Well, if you are awake, and they break out the paddles, and you hear charging noises and the words “Clear”, my recommendation is to get up and leave or ask to be put OUT.
By the way, I’ve included a picture of my heart taken at the hospital, but most people knew about this already.
Readers Digest Version
Where Sam had a 100% blockage in the frontal coronary artery, he now has 2 stents. The electrocardiogram has found two more arteries with 80% blockage and another near the speed limit (except in Seattle). We will check in with the surgeon in 4-6 weeks, and schedule the triple by-pass surgery that will be required. For now, I am home and feel fine. I’ll gradually return to work this week.
And just to let you know that nothing has really changed, I am including my Statement of Availability with this Messenger.
Memberships and Affiliations
Stints are US
Royal Order of Stints
Offices, Committees and Task Forces
Heart of rock, and we are not talking rhythm
Wardrobe Trend Setter
None that anyone can think of
Modified from Dr. P. when talking about surgery and life style changes, “One has the surgery so that one does not have to make the life style changes.”
Thanks to everyone for everything, Sam