Since retiring to the beautiful northern Black Hills region of South Dakota, we’ve become acquainted with many other retirees. Among these new-found friends are Roger and Fran Whorton, who grew up near Waterloo, Iowa, and were wed in 1966. -
Roger served a stint in the Marine Corps and ended up as a career officer in the U.S. Coast Guard as a pilot. He served in a variety of interesting assignments, including one as Commanding Officer of the Coast Guard Air Station at Barber's Point in Hawaii. They have three grown children. Roger retired as a Captain in 2002, and he and Fran moved to Spearfish.
In the few years that we’ve known them, the Whortons have had their world altered considerably, due to a life-changing health condition. Roger has reflected upon their experience, and he's been kind enough share it with the Black Hills Journal. That's Roger at left, a scooper of snow and seemingly fit as a fiddle. As we learned in the last installment of his story, Roger had done all the "right" things -- from a healthy diet to regular and frequent strenuous exercise. So, what happened?
In the second of three installments over the next few weeks, Roger Whorton writes - - -
In the few years that we’ve known them, the Whortons have had their world altered considerably, due to a life-changing health condition. Roger has reflected upon their experience, and he's been kind enough share it with the Black Hills Journal. That's Roger at left, a scooper of snow and seemingly fit as a fiddle. As we learned in the last installment of his story, Roger had done all the "right" things -- from a healthy diet to regular and frequent strenuous exercise. So, what happened?
In the second of three installments over the next few weeks, Roger Whorton writes - - -
A HEART'S STORY
(Part 2)
by Roger Whorton
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The doctors said I needed quadruple bypass surgery, and it was scheduled for ten days later, on Monday, May 12th.. My wife and I arrived very early in the morning. I remember very little of the day. After briefly talking with some administrative people, I was gowned and an IV was started. I met the anesthesiologist briefly, and had a short conversation with him. Someone was shaving my arms and legs, and then I was out—really out.
The next thing I foggily recall was that it was about 0330 the next morning and I was with two guys in black tee shirts. (Read more...)
The next thing I foggily recall was that it was about 0330 the next morning and I was with two guys in black tee shirts. (Read more...)
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