Over two decades ago, I could barely get out of bed. If I tried the slightest physical effort, such as screwing in a screw with a screwdriver, I would have chest pains and breathing problems for up to three long days and nights. I was basically a dead man walking.
I was going through all of our personal papers and finances so my wife would not struggle too much after I passed away. I was frequently stressed out, depressed and overcome with darkness.
All my Cardiologists said that Heart Failure is a progressive disease. It almost always gets progressively worse. Since I also had permanent Atrial Fibrillation, the prognosis was particularly bleak.
I was sure that I would NOT reach 65 years of age.
Now at closer to 70, I have been digging post holes and pouring 50 pound bags of fast setting concrete, and lifting all kinds of heavy 4x4" posts and doing strenuous physical and demanding work with power tools.
So...... How did I do it? Did I discover some complex secrets that only I know or can understand? Did I discover steps towards recovering from Heart Failure and Chronically High Blood Pressure that are very difficult to take and impossible for most people to implement into their own recovery regimen? Am I believing in steps that are so rare or unique that Cardiologists don't know them?
Judge for yourself.
I discovered four basic, simple steps that anyone can follow. Recovering from Heart Failure is so easy that I am astounded and confused as to why Cardiologists worldwide don't "force" their patients to adhere to them!
The four essential steps, in the order of importance are:
- Being on a healthy diet.
- Finding out, and avoiding environmental and lifestyle irritants that cause over-activation of the Immune System and the NeuroHormonal System.
- Taking the most effective heart medications on the most effective schedule.
- Exercise, exercise, exercise!
I put in a half of day of strenuous work today. Right now I am fatigued, with some moderate breathing problems. I am very tired, and could not possibly do another shovel full of dirt and rocks. My wife gets after me and asks me why I don't hire some big strong, energetic neighborhood kid to dig the holes for me.
(She worries too much). I respond, What!? And pass up this great opportunity to dig the holes myself!
I look at those stupid 30" deep, 10" round holes, filled with concrete and water and my face beams with pride and thankfulness. It's probably only a thing that a fellow man would understand.
I am not going back out there today and do any more work. My wife would have a fit, so I will consider doing any more physically demanding labor as too much of a good thing.