I got a letter from Cleveland clinic today asking for some follow up info on my stay there. It really made me think that all the things we piss and moan about daily are really not that important as long as we have reasonably good health and friends to go through life with. Three years ago most of the docs and my family figured I was sure to die. They restarted my heart 14 times and stuffed 9 stents in my arteries. The great Dr. Nissan at Cleveland assured my wife my heart would be fine but had no idea if my lungs and other organs could recover. By July30 I started to bounce in and out of reality and by August 1st I had regained consciousness. By the 3rd I was asking for food and somewhat answering questions. My wife said when they pulled most of the tubes out so I could speak she knew I would recover. So today as I sit here and complain about having to watch my diet or my weight fluctuating it really ain't that important is it? I am still alive and exceeding all the doctor's expectations and able to lead a fairly normal life. So I really can't complain about much as I am truly three years beyond what would have been my lifetime. Thanks for listening Bill