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Ben Pollara – July 28, 1927 – May 10, 2015

Ben Pollara – July 28, 1927 – May 10, 2015

Ben Pollara July 28, 1927 – May 10, 2015 When I think of Ben, I want to laugh, have one more cocktail, watch that brain in action.  In fact, when Tampa came up as a possibility for a transplant, I contacted Ben, who had relocated to Tampa General Hospital. It was Ben who gave me […]

| May 18, 2015 | 0 Comments
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4 Years And Counting

4 Years And Counting

We spent my 4-year heart transplant anniversary with Kip and Judy and the 5 hockey boys in Hanover.

| November 20, 2013 | 4 Comments
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November 28, 2009

November 28, 2009

Heart Transplant Journal  By November 28th, 2009, I was in our Tampa Bay apartment resting and recovering from the heart transplant.  I had been released from the hospital 17 days earlier.  Suzanne and I found navigating through the day was filled with prescription medications, five insulin readings and injections of varying magnitudes per day, two […]

| January 16, 2011 | 3 Comments
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April 9, 2010 – Something Goes Awry

April 9, 2010 – Something Goes Awry

There is no good time to be hospitalized.  Generally, weekend nights are the worst times to go to an emergency room.  During my recovery, I have needed to visit the emergency room on three weekend nights.  Those experiences led me to delay my final emergency room visit until a Monday. On weekend nights, the Tampa Bay […]

| January 3, 2011 | 1 Comments
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08-08-09 – A Day on The Wait List

08-08-09 – A Day on The Wait List

I had seven heart attacks on September 9, 2000.  On September 10th, 2000, I successfully underwent six-way open-heart bypass surgery.  My friend and Albany cardiologist, Dr. John Bennett and Dr. Larry Safi of Prime Care Cardiology saved my life.  Thank you gentlemen! At first, I thought it was a shoulder injury suffered the night before […]

| December 26, 2010 | 1 Comments
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February 7, 2007

February 7, 2007

I liked to go to work early. There is a certain serenity in the quiet workplace. We always arose at 4:00 a.m. Suzanne would hit the road for her ten-mile church, garden and golf course jaunt and I would truck on down to work.

On February 7, I arrived at the coffee shop at 4:30. It was cold. Very cold. Surprisingly, the shop was not open, but the newspapers were there. I parked and decided to grab a paper to wait for my pre-workday caffeine fix.

| March 15, 2010 | 0 Comments
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November 1, 2009

November 1, 2009

At 11:32 p.m. the phone rang. “Mr. Doolittle,” Ann began, “we have your new heart. Can you be at the hospital in about one hour? The surgery is scheduled for 3:00 a.m.” Self doubt, fear, joy, nervousness, reservations and determination all fought with each other while I merely the pawn in the middle. When the dust settled, what happened that night was truly miraculous.

| March 9, 2010 | 0 Comments
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