I am alive and have survived some unpleasant stuff as a result of my exercise level. Most people have no idea how sick I am.
I have what seems to be a genetic kidney problem, treatment for which made me a low grade diabetic (at the extreme, I was pretty messed up by the prednisone, but as I weaned off it things got a lot better). Most of the time I have an A1C under 7.0 without insulin, just a low dose of metformin. I had to go off the metformin fall of '21 as a result of the kidney stuff progressing, which itself was a function of having to stop taking Lisinopril due to ACE inhibitor related angioedema. It had a protective effect on the kidneys and I went from 50% function to 19% in six weeks.
Since the stenting I have been staying as active as possible, and did pretty well on the transplant screening. A spot in a coronary artery attracted the attention of the new doc (sharp dude, explained stuff in a way I had not gotten before) at the program, and he sent me to a transplant cardiologist (also a darned sharp no BS at all dude). I was pretty well zonked by the meds during my angiogram when he said something that sounded a lot like "that's not a stent, that's a bypass".
My anxiety was the worst part of that procedure. The folks at this program were a lot smoother in every way that the folks I had seen before. I did not have any heart issues, this was all preemptive, and every medical person noted I did well and attributed it to my conditioning. (I also think their skill was part of it. I have been impressed at every step.)
2 months down the road, although I still can't do any real resistance training, I am hitting the exercise bike for 30-40 minutes, pretty vigorously, along with rehab stuff for the abused muscles in my upper body. Frankly, the entire process was mostly an inconvenience. I had a probably unrelated issue in early December, and even then when I did a good impression of a 210 pound toddler, I did not look that bad.