Shovel, little story, 15 years ago while operating public water system. I was 50 and thought I was tough as hell, carrying railroad ties for the excavator. Major blood clot finds the widow maker artery that takes care of the heart, lost about half of it.
To keep me going, they installed my Cheney device. And just like the man has caused me some grief. First it has to be adjusted to patient, mine has bitten me several times, because I stayed active. This last time super bad. But docs adamant that it saved my life this time. But being hit so often has left me a wreck, they called it p.t.stress.
Have always believed the herb, has done nothing but have a positive impact. Especially since its all a system man. But after helping me beat cancer the last three years, the focus has been on that. Then going in for this was a surprise.
And don't want anyone to say that the mountain was hard on me. I am certainly glad nothing happened there, but the doctor talking about what I should give up, ended up with a shrink again. What is important? Life or living it.

The other thing is I get more God damn emotional with each near death event. I do think a lot of this community and what there doing.