This is a piece I wrote for BIZCAT360˚ in 2019 after finding out I have an abdominal aortic aneurysm. Here's an excerpt:

On January 30 of this year, I turned 65. On April 4, I went for my Welcome to Medicare wellness visit (I love that kind of talk) with my primary care physician, Dr. Wisniewski. In reviewing my family medical history, I told him of my father’s passing and its cause. On June 20, as a precautionary measure, he sent me for an ultrasound to find out if I might have an aneurysm or if I presented any predispositions toward having one. On October 10 of this year, I saw Dr. Wisniewski again. He told me I have an abdominal aortic aneurysm measuring 2.7 centimeters.

My first words were, “Now I feel mortal.”

The news isn’t fatal. It’s sobering. It isn’t cause for over-reaction. Dr. Wisniewski said it won’t even be a cause for concern unless and until it grows to 5.0 to 5.5 centimeters, which may never happen. It isn’t cause for fear. The procedure for repairing an aneurysm can be surprisingly quick and relatively non-invasive. (See EVAR.) It’s not a cause for limiting my activity. Dr. Wisniewski said I can continue to go to the gym and work as hard in there as I do. And it isn’t a reason to be morbid. It’s a source of humility.

You can read the entire post right here.