Over the last week, I've been undergoing tests on my heart, some of which I've written about HERE. Yesterday, I went in for my 'evaluation', where the good Dr. Nylk (rhymes with Milk) would interpret for me the results of all the tests I had last week, & let me know what, if anything, I'd need to do to follow up...
After arriving & being ushered to the chilly examination room, I had the privilege of waiting an hour. I took the opportunity to reflect, send text messages to theBean, & to kick back with my eyes closed... Waiting has its perks.
Dr. Nylk came in & started with, "Great news," which I think is a nice way to start a 'heart-test-result-evaluation' if you ask me. The EKG is 'perfect,' (his word, that he used throughout the evaluation.) The echo-cardiogram is 'perfect, as a heart should be.' The thickness of the heart muscle is 'perfect.' The results of my lipid panel (cholesterol test) show that my LDL (bad) levels are well within acceptable limits at 97. My triglycerides came in at 88, also very good, & my HDL (good) levels were a whopping 85, which he said was incredible, as it is a real treat to get the HDL level on most people to 40.
The evaluation bottom line: I don't need to go back, & he doesn't ever want to see me again.
Part of my reflection in the waiting room was about the process that I've been going through in getting my heart muscle evaluated... going through various tests, examinations, indignities, & pokes, then waiting to hear from someone with some good perspective, someone who could speak with authority as to the health of my heart. It reminded me how similar this process has been to my own journey on emotional health & well-being, my time at CSR, meetings with Chuck, re-evaluating priorities, values, & asking God to 139me. I may blog this in more depth...
I'm glad to hear that my test results were 'perfect'. I also underestimated what the effect of said results would be on my kids, esp. the Pasty Gangster. He held onto me for about 10 minutes & told me how happy he was that my heart was good. At one point, I tried to detach from his squeeze (he's 6', 180# of solid muscle & he was loving me TIGHT) & he said, "Dad. I'm not done."
I want the results of my spiritual heart exam to be good as well. For me, & for my kids, & for the kids they eventually have, because a bad heart can be & is often hereditary.
Here's to good hearts.