November 29, 2012
Last October 18, I donated blood in Middlefield, Connecticut. The lady who checked me in asked if I was aware that I had an irregular heartbeat and said that if it was any worse that I would not be able to donate. I went to the local hospital ER and got checked out with the doctor telling me that it did not seem like a big problem, but that I should see a cardiologist. The cardiologist gave me an echocardiogram that revealed a severly deficient mitral valve. I am now scheduled to have corrective surgery in December. It was only through the capable observation and caring commentary of a Red Cross worker that this happened. The problem will be corrected before I have a heart attack or suffer a number of chronic difficulties. This is especially remarkable since I am almost 70 years old and have had many stethoscopes held to my chest over the past year, with none of the doctors noticing an irregular heartbeat! I do not remember the name of the woman who helped me, but she was due to retire at the end of this year. Whomever she is, I will be forever indebted for what she did. It may well have saved my life. Thank you, thank you, thank you.