Hoping Cliff's ticker continues to do well

I don't think much about Cliff's four-way heart bypass surgery, these days; it will be four years in April since he underwent the procedure.  He works four days a week; he enjoys life.  Except for the trip to the doctor every three months, our lives are just like they were before.  
And then I saw that President Clinton was admitted to a hospital with chest pains and had stents put in the following day.  
I started googling to see just how long it had been since he had his four-way heart bypass, because... should this be happening to him?  Might it happen to Cliff?  
A doctor at Johns Hopkins said, "It's not all that unusual six years out from bypass surgery to require such a procedure."
I was quite happy not thinking about such things.  I quit looking up the survival statistics long ago.  
Thanks a lot, Mr. Clinton.  Now I'm depressed.  
Maybe this will keep us on track with our diet.  
Cliff's younger sister called the other day, concerned by my occasional mention of a "bucket list".
She asked, "Is there something you're not telling me?"    
Yeah, I'm sixty-five years old!  But I thought she knew that.    
There's a feeling we have that there isn't that much time to do things we want to do; especially concerning the Gold Wing, because we both know that if we live for another ten years, we'll probably be giving the motorcycle up.  
And of course, financial considerations will eventually stop a lot of the fun things we do now.  Cliff won't always be able to hold down a job.
So there you have it, Charlene.  That's why we have a bucket list.

So thankful

Three years ago tomorrow, Cliff had open heart surgery. You can see the entry I did on my old AOL journal HERE. If you click on that link, take a glance at the eighty-five comments. Never before or since have I had that many comments on an entry. That tells me that there are always more people pulling for you than you can ever imagine. It also tells me what a close-knit family we had in the now-defunct J-land.

Most people get a few days or weeks notice before they have CABG surgery. Not Cliff; he was a walking time bomb, and the doctors wouldn't even approve him to drive to the next hospital.

Every day is a celebration here. Every anniversary of Cliff's surgery is cause to rejoice.

Tomorrow we're going to Biker Sunday at a nearby church: by motorcycle if the weather permits, but otherwise in our car. We'll be thanking God for his tender mercies.