For seven years I lived with a broken heart. It's a common medical condition in your 60s and beyond. Unfortunately I developed it in my late 30s. You end up taking blood thinners and hoping you didn't get cut or hit, either action possibly leading to fatal consequences.---
Atrial fibrillation is where the chambers of your heart beat to different rhythms and the blood pools between them, potentially leading to blood clots. My doctor in Argentina told me I had to live with it for the rest of my life. My doctor here, Peter Weiss, proved him wrong. He told me the other day I could stop taking my meds. As I left his offices, he went "Yes!", celebrating both his success and my release from the grip of A-Fib.
Weiss is a gentle, articulate man who effortlessly makes you trust him, even as he's knocking you out for a five hour operation.
Inevitably, when my broken heart began beating to a normal rhythm, it restored so much to my life I could not put into words. I thought back over how heart breaking it was to leave the last country I lived in, Argentina, and the friends there I love, how hard I'd struggled since then to put things back together, to build a new life.
When I looked at Peter Weiss doing that simple, all-American gesture of triumph, that "Yes!", it was as if I had completed a journey I wasn't even aware I was making. I couldn't help but with my newly minted ticker love him for it.