Kessler David MD

How the heck to you review the gentleman, who more than likely, has given you years more of life to love your spouse? I could go on forever, but I will just give one antidote. After years of treating my Afib with medication, it was unfortunately time for ablation surgery. David had always wanted to treat me with medication, rather than surgery. A decade plus ago, the surgery was not necessarily the best option, but surgeons are surgeons and want to cut you. David didn’t like the risks and suggested medication as a better alternative. It may not be perfect, but at least it would be better than complications from surgery, like death or the surgery not really doing anything to assist me. Many years later, he became a familiar face to me and Suzie, always direct and honest. Like, get off the smokes you dolt. I did and then didn’t and then did again. He was always there to help relieve my stress. Then it started again. Multiple repeat episodes of Afib. Think mini-​heart attacks, repeating themselves and a pale white faced Suzie as I struggled to catch my breathe and energy. David broke the news to us, that it was time for surgery. Ablation had come a very long way and he explained to us in detail why, now, was the time for surgery. He was confident and so were we. Surgery scheduled, surgery done, recovery completed and home I went. To only wake up the next day in full Afib and a very quick trip to the emergency room at Austin Heart. I was pissed, scared and wanted some answers. Who would appear by my side… David. He came into the stall, reached for my hand and stared me right in the eye. I swear his eyes were watering as tears were coming down my cheeks. «Jens, this happens from time to time. Your heart just went through a major surgery. It’s getting used to the new electrical connections and sorting itself out. I am going to shock it again, get it back in rhythm and we will get through this together. I promise.» Or something like that. what’s more important is, that is what I heard. I then I went off to la la land, courtesy of the Michael Jackson liquid drip dream machine. Well, the rest is kind of history I guess. I haven’t had a serious episode since that day. It’s been a couple of years now. I visit with David bi annually, we talk about how well I am doing, my rhythm is «fly for a white guy», and I am eternally grateful for the skills of David.