Things change...

Before I visited my cardiologist yesterday (and how surreal is that, to have my very own cardiologist never wanted one), I was resigned to being the bionic woman for the rest of my days, my little pacer thingy in charge of me, beating about 60% of my heartbeats.  And now, I find that that sweet little old heart of mine has other ideas.  Stage 3 heartblock cleared up!  Now little pacer is on stand-by, as needed basis.  Sort of a miracle.