One Beat More. Kevin Aho

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Bunan (1603–1676)

      First off, I want to express my gratitude to the doctors and nurses who saved my life and took care of me as I recovered at the Gulf Coast Medical Center in Fort Myers, Florida. I am singularly grateful to my cardiologist, Nemalan Selveraj, and to my primary care physician, Shaila Hegde, both of whom embody a rare dedication to the healing arts and an extraordinary capacity for empathy. I also want to pay tribute to the amazing group of nurses at the Institute for Hermeneutic Phenomenology at the University of Buffalo’s College of Nursing. Among this group, I am especially thankful to Annie Vandermause and Suzanne Dickerson, whose friendship and support have been invaluable to me. And there are a number of philosophers, medical humanists, and scholars whose work inspired me and helped guide this project along, including Havi Carel, Arthur Frank, Joseph Davis, Gordon Marino, Drew Leder, Nicole Piemonte, Richard Polt, Fredrik Svenaeus, and the late Charles Guignon.

      The excellent editorial team at Polity has once again exceeded all my expectations. I am deeply grateful to my commissioning editor, Pascal Porcheron, who was an early champion of the project and encouraged me to make the book more personal, in an effort to disclose more of my own emotional and philosophical struggles. He went through the entire manuscript line by line, offering valuable feedback and commentary throughout. And Manuela Tecusan’s masterful copyediting greatly improved the writing and corrected countless syntactical blunders. I am also grateful to two anonymous reviewers for their critical feedback and recommendations.

      A week after my heart attack was Christmas Day, and I was deeply shaken as I began to take the first tentative steps back into my life. I wanted to begin the day with a slow stroll around the block, but only got to the end of the driveway. My right calf felt tight and achy and my toes were numb. I came back to the house with a grim face: “Something’s wrong.” My girlfriend rushed me back to the hospital, where I received an ultrasound on my leg and, sure enough, a dangerous blood clot was found in my femoral artery. There were multiple days of treatment with a vascular surgeon, angiograms to examine the clot, and various tubes inserted through my left groin down to my right calf. (The right groin couldn’t be used, as this was the side that they had gone up in order to place the stent in my heart.) The surgeon was unable to remove the clot, so he opted for an aggressive intravenous clot buster treatment combined with high doses of blood thinners. I was unable to eat or stand for three days. Every hour, nurses would measure the size of my calf to see if blood was flowing, and each hour I was gripped by terror that the clot was getting larger or the pulse in my right foot was getting weaker. Each night was a din of buzzers, beeps, blood tests, and vital sign checks. I slept in fits and starts.

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