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In 2008 I happen to be the proud recipient of a four artery bypass. While getting the bypass the Doctor discovered an anurysm on the root of my Aorta. He determined that it required fixing and did just that.

The way I came to getting to this point was a strange situation. My doctor asked me to take a stress test, which is very difficult because I have had a left hip replacement and have had problems and cannot walk for any long distance. After the test, I was told that the doctor would contact me in a week or so to discuss the results.

The next morning, as I was playing mechanic, my Doctor called me and said “You were supposed to be here at 9. I told him what the nurse had said and he asked me to report to his office right then. I did take time to wash my hands, but did not have the time to clean my fingernails. Anyway, as dirty as I was, I went to his office. He said “you need to go directly to the hospital for heart surgery”. Of course my answer meant nothing to him but I told him I had to complete putting the engine and transition in my brothers pick up then I would see him. He was so mad. But come Sunday morning when I had chest pains I was certainly glad to see him enter the Emergency Room and start actions forthwith.

What I am trying to say that whether he was the best surgeon or not, he was the Best Heart Doctor in the World to recognize I was only a day or two from having a severe heart attack which may have killed me. But the Best Doctor in the World had me in his hands as soon as I was at the hospital.