Well, I went to see Delfts last night bearing sushi (minus the soy sauce, too much sodium) and fresh purple plums. He was walking the hallway, his third walk of the day and a big part of his cardiac rehab.

He was happy to get the sushi. The HeartSmart diet is going to take some getting used to, and it's not as satisfying as he'd like, not by a long shot. He'll get used to it, or he'll go hungry.

You know, it isn't as though I don't cook healthy. Both jane and michael also take great pains to eat sensibly and both cook very healthy meals. You have to go out of your way to eat poorly at our house. I guess the secret is to not use sodium-laden condiments as a side dish.

So this weekend I plan on going through the kitchen, evaluating each condiment, the Thai peanut chilli sauce, the Sweet Ginger Chilli sauce, the Mushroom Soy, A1, Worchestershire sauce... I love cooking with very small amounts of them, just to enhance an already good dish. But since he has no self control and insists on slathering these things over every dish as though they needed them, I have no choice but to either put them where he cannot get to them or toss them out entirely.

I don't anticipate him being sent home anytime today or Saturday. He probably won't get home before Monday. The found what he is calling a "Collapsed Valve" on his heart, although I'm sure he meant that it has prolapsed. Not a good thing, but fixable if he can show that he won't squander this opportunity for a life-extension the same way he has all of the previous ones they have given him.

In the meantime, since I know he likes to post the little jokes and things he is sent in email, here's one I got today that sounded pretty good.
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Life the way it should be!

I think the life cycle is all backwards.

You should die first, you know, start out dead, get it out of the way.

You wake up in an old age home, feeling better every day.

You get kicked out for being too healthy, go collect your pension, then, when you start work, you get a gold watch on your first day.

You work 40 years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement.

You drink alcohol, you party, you're generally promiscuous (hey, you've only got a few years left, what's the big deal?) and you get ready for High School.

You go to primary school, you become a kid, you play, you have no responsibilities, you become a baby, then, you spend your last 9 months floating peacefully with luxuries like central heating, spa, room service on tap, larger quarters everyday, and then you finish off as an orgasm!
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Thank you all so much for your kind thoughts and prayers. Thank you to the ones of you who took the time to call him to talk. Thank you for the time you have taken to let us know how much you think of him. If I can get him well enough for Tampa the next time, he'll be there.

Mamamontezz

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