VenaSeal by Medtronics Had Me at “No Anethesia” For Closing Patients Diseased Veins

13 05 2016

 Happy Goddess GirlAll I can say, is, WOW! I’m going to post my photo’s and I’m going to highlight my first hours, days and weeks for those who are considering a venous “ablation”, (a process which damages, shrinks, collapses or nearly destroys dysfunctional veins not needed by the body). There’s a great method used called Radio Frequency Ablation with a probe that heats the damaged vein to the precise temperature to collapse and damage the vein. A fantastic procedure, but it comes with having to numb the “access” sites with a lot of fluid called Tumescent. It’s designed to make the treatment as pain-free as possible. But once the procedure is complete, the patient leaves the office with loads of tumescent mixed with trapped blood and it takes days to eliminate and “ooze” out the anesthesia. VenaSeal doesn’t need or use an anesthesia. I popped up on the “procedure table” at Smalling Vascular Institute, in Overland Park, KS on Wednesday, May 11, 2016. I merely lifted my dress I had worn to work. Removed my dee’s. Was covered and prepped for a sterile field. The music was playing over the surgical room speakers. And the process began. I can discuss in greater detail as we go. But, let me tell you how great I felt after the medical team finished. I was cleaned of ultrasound gel and all of the marker spots mapping my veins that had extra pesky veins, called perforators and tributaries. Once complete, I was told I could put my shoes on and walk out. Looking down at my legs, there was one plastic bandage on each ankle. And I went back to work. The photo’s will show you, if you’re skeptical! So I’ll leave you tonight with my photo’s of my procedure on Wednesday. And I’ll add to my experience over the next days to let you know how it goes. What an incredible ground-breaking new procedure. I can’t say enough great things about this modern, safe and quick varicose veins or refluxing venous insufficiency condition many of us have, yet we cannot “see” the disease or feel burdened by the problems with our legs. So stay tuned. Here are some websites to help find information and to checkout other folks opinions. Hope it helps….

Kansas’ FIRST and ONLY Specialist Who is The Only Current Physician Treating Veins with VenaSeal Glue

Medtronic’s VenaSeal Closure Fast treatment system a few doctors are approved to purchase and use

 

Here you go with the tease……





One Is The Loneliest Number

3 06 2011

Logo websiteBut do you recall the second line of lyrics in the composition? “Two can be as bad as one” which got me to thinking about the descending phase of a relationship. Inside my marriage, the last years were so isolating and filled with such private sadness and void. Ironically, I was so often in the environment of clinking crystal stems of wine, among dozens of friends smiling and sharing stories of family achievements and current events. Moments in a room, trying to escape the truth of the widening distance between me and my mate which weighed heavily on my mind as time passed. I began hating myself for not remaining true to myself by smiling and cajoling others with similar stories. But mostly, I enjoyed the imbibing of a sultry Cabernet while listening to others. Of course, I never would have subscribed to the “let it all hang out” and moan about my predicament nor did I ever want to join a conversation that so many spouse’s led about their less-than perfect significant other. I just wanted to laugh, to forget pain, anger and isolation. Today, there is a common thread. I just want to laugh in this life. The marriage I shared was really pretty good for fifteen years, in between the few crisis’ we encountered. And laughter was definitely something we enjoyed almost until the very end. There’s enough crying we face in life and enough losses to experience. I choose laughter in life. It was one of the greatest attributes I found in my husband and why I wanted to marry him 23 years ago.

I found with each passing year, the challenge to relax and enjoy an evening with friends, much less an evening with my husband, more daunting and exhausting. Finally, in order to live with myself and my truth’s, I knew I had to force a decision to settle with the way things were to be or to commit to finding laughter again to accompany my life. We needed to fix and repair our marriage or I needed out. Needless to say, it’s a bit more than apparent that the latter is what became my married reality. And although being single is sometimes so difficult to face after being in a marriage for over two decades, being a part of a couple for as many years as I was a single girl. The aftermath is a double-edged sword; I am as excited as I am scared.

Walking down Fifth Avenue in NYC last week, in the gleaming bright sun where my cheek would catch a warm caress with each building outline break. I found myself in a smiling stupor. You may know that feeling when alone, absorbing the warmth, the melodic sounds all around, and witnessing the movement all about the streets and brushing by our body. The acknowledgment that we are among so many lives and dreams and we too, are alive and among the living, equipped with our own dreams and realizations. These are the lonely times.

I see art and want to share my thoughts with someone. The job-challenged dude close by is already too far gone for the day to really mutter any sort of comprehensible utterance. I want to share me, my thoughts and my life with my best friend. Where is he? Will he ever find his way to me? I know, so many will say, “Why not a best girl-friend?” I’ve always been my best when with my favorite guy. Whatever that may mean. I’m not desperate, I wouldn’t dare spend my time with another just to fill the void. But the agony now is in the waiting and imagery I invent while waiting for a potential friendship. I guess this is the part of singledom work I am supposed to be doing, so if and when “he” may come along, I am ready to be me, alongside us. My main focus now and actually the focus we should all aspire to attain, is living in the present. Live our lives, love our experiences, find the joy and discover new challenges. My current task is to enjoy my life as I have designed. And most days, I am full of joy and the thought of loneliness is in the distance.

Do I have regret seeking my divorce? Absolutely not, not even for one-second. I work on filling my life with all the ideas and wishes, I had secretly rolling around my head, while inside my marriage, that I repressed for years. Finding fun sports to try, volunteering and exploring my host city that I really haven’t truly explored. Possibly it’s time to find a few other new discoveries or instruction in something new. As I gain more and more ease being by myself alone, I find I’d rather read or write and contemplate my future over wishing I had a date or an evening plan.

It is my choice to fill my life with joy and all things that derive satisfaction, so as I make my last stroll back up Fifth Avenue to check out of my hotel after a grueling week with extreme highs and devastating lows, I feel the wind kissing my cheek sweetly. I am that crazy-looking girl, smiling with the giddy bouncing stride, skirt swinging to and fro with each step, happy to be living a life less lonely and with no regret that my life is now my own. Near the corner of Bergdorf’s, I realize, I may not have the physical body of a man I adore to stroll with arm-in-arm today, but I am sharing this joy, with my soul and I am nourished. Next week, I will begin my fly fishing lessons again, in spite of my ex ignoring my request to fish in a rambling brook. I currently live in some of the most highly sought after fly fishing environments. And fishing is designed for one to enjoy. Ah, again, the joys of not needing my mate to condone or nix my wish to fish.

Enjoy your weekend. I hope the wind kisses you, ever so delicately, skimming your forehead sweetly, reminding you that you have all the ability to control your joy, on your terms. Alone, with a partner, with a friend, whatever works for you on a given day. Enjoy!





Kamikaze’s- what I’ve learned

1 05 2011

Oh to enjoy the glimpses of the “good times” resurrected from memory banks, while watching my high school daughter and her friends from afar in another room. One of the greatest benefits of my recent divorce is having a home that is complete Estrogen overload. No men roaming the halls, or at least testosterone entered the house sparingly at this point. Girls are free to be girls. Run around the house in pajamas and gossip about all things fashion, shopping, boys, and debate on morals are typical topics here at the P-Household. To glimpse at this group of 15 girls laughing and carrying on is sublime. And to think that five years earlier, about this time of year, I was pulling up to school to find T in tears as a group of girls skulked off. Oh hell no! As I flew out of my SUV with lightening speed and a frown that must have broken through my Botox paralysis, while yelling off into the distance that this was the last day T was going to cry.

My original advice to T was to blow them off. Find some new friends since it was the first year in her new school and everyone was new and searching for a friend group. I told her to tell them she didn’t have to take their mean spiritedness and that she should continue to take up for the down trodden and beam with her joyful sparkle that so many teachers, peers and others continually commented on. She is a truly beautiful soul, very wise beyond her years and intuitive as anyone has ever been.

Days passed and I finally asked her to tell me what she decided to do. She replied with a usual, “Nothing. I ignored what happened and quickly it seemed to be forgotten.” This was a foreign reaction to me, to decide to just drop the subject and avoid the confrontation. Yet, T knew how it would play out. She continued being true to herself. She continued taking up for the less confident girls that would occasionally get ganged up on and she complimented her enemies and kept them close. Sleep overs rarely included her, but she only let it bother her for an hour after school and then she would announce that she was over it and would make the best of her weekend. Slowly, I watched this group of girls, strong leaders and extremely vocal, begin to take note of T and her ways. She was smart, the boys liked her, she sang in a rock band that was invited all over to play, she was stunning with outward beauty and inward kindness, (not that she hasn’t had her moments, please, I’m not naive) but she remained true to herself, regardless of how the girls treated her. And she still longed for their friendship. I couldn’t understand. But, now looking back, I see.

T had lessons to learn and she had many to share with this group of girls, and none of them seemed to even notice what was transpiring slowly. A few years passed and slowly this group became gentler to others in school, less vocal and intimidating and finally they all met in a place of cohesiveness with their entire class, including T. I would say T is now one of the most beloved members of the group. And better yet, she is a friend to most in her school. I have shared with her how I wished I had learned how to be a better friend to my own friends and how I may have lost some friendships due to ego and confrontation. I, too, learned from her. And I have continued learning from the entire group of young women. As I watch them all sitting at a dining table discussing their upcoming Prom and all the topics that go along with Prom, I am forever augmented by retraining myself how to be a better me, a better woman, a better human and a better friend, hopefully. These girls have given to me and I think they find something enriching by knowing me as a person, better, too. My point is, the most glorious part of parenting or nurturing a friendship, is the fact at some point, we gain knowledge we never knew we needed and we may have never been open to receiving previously. Remain open and listen, your kids have something to teach you. And the lessons are often glorious.

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