The worst is behind you.
Some people think a bad medical experience is dooming but statistically it is just the opposite. Having survived it, you are now probably ahead of the game. Hope this makes sense.
Well, here’s why I’m a bit relaxed about accepting the inevitable: The reason for the dissection, I’m told (and I believe), was because I had cartoonishly high blood pressure and never did a thing about it. Since the dissection, I’ve been on all manner of BP meds and absolutely nothing brings it down significantly, or at all. So I have little choice but to assume it’s going to happen again in the not too distant future.
I don’t say that AT ALL to be a downer. I just focus on appreciating the days I have and the ones I love.