Wolf getting ready for a dive - Nov. 2008. Photo by Amanda Cotton
One year ago everything was perfect - at least close to it - diving in the Bahamas with a great group of people and my old man. When the week came to end I just assumed that I would repeat the trip next year and the ones to come after that, never even thinking that this could possibly be the last time I dive with my dad. Was I wrong...
2009 started off with me discovering that I had WPW - needed an ablation - not so bad, but you can imagine how concerned one becomes when it has anything to do with the heart - especially thinking that you may not be able to dive again.
Then my father was diagnosed with stomach cancer - which was successfully removed (including his stomach), then had a pneumonia while in intensive care (he had to be induced into a six day coma), and, finally, had to endure a four months intense radiation and chemotherapy treatment.
June / July I have a SVT and need to have another ablation - doctor promised me that it would be the last one...which so far it has been. During all this I never stopped diving and the heart has not been an issue - tick tock, it is ticking.
So all this things combined have made it a bad year? Well - my wife says it has actually been a great year: My father survived a massive illness, my heart is good, and tomorrow I am off to dive with my old man for the first time in a year.
Second chances - appreciate them!
I'll write from the Bahamas but will post after as there is no internet connection on board the Dolphin Dream.