The last few weeks have been a whirlwind of visits to friends, end of year tax returns, dealing with issues on packing our bikes in Singapore and other assorted matters. No sooner do we remove an item off the list that another seems to attach itself to the bottom. New fridge, air conditioning breakdown, car breakdown thrown into the mix. As usual we plough on and are down to one week before departure.
As part of our planning we both had health checks to undergo, in my case since I had a quadruple heart bypass almost six years ago, I have a heart stress test. This process involves being wired up to a heart monitor while walking, jogging and finally running on a treadmill. In between you have to stop, lie on a bed, and try hold your breath while scans are taken. Something to do with the poor design of the human body putting the heart behind the ribs, hard to do an ultra-scan. I have never understood why I have to pay for this form of modern torture.
We start the process and after a few minutes I get off the treadmill for my first scan. I expect to be back on the treadmill for increased activity, but after a few minutes and more scans I am disconnected. A sinking feeling envelops me, but I feel calm, the last time this happened I ended up having an angiogram followed by a quadruple heart bypass.
I join Anne as we wait for the cardiac specialist, I share my thoughts with her and we both wait with some trepidation. In we go and get the news: they have identified “dangerous activity” in my heart and need to schedule an angiogram next Wednesday, one day after our planned departure to Santiago. This will provide the first information needed to diagnose and then fix this problem so our onward trip has been postponed.
Life can take interesting twists and turns and this is one of them. Until we have a definitive answer to my issue which will take a few weeks at a minimum, we cannot proceed with our planned trip to the Americas. A delay of a month would make the trip from Santiago to New York too tight given other constraints and timings. While much swirls through our minds, we can make no plans but this sure is ‘a Change of Direction…..’