Recurring Revenue Rules for Healthcare

When my husband woke up with his new pacemaker, there was a box on his bed. I sat next to him has he groggily awoke from the short acting medicine. He saw it and shrugged. The surgeon came in for a few minutes; the procedure was smooth. He joked that my husband could live forever with the way this hardware was improving. He changed clothes; we left. We would follow up with our own cardiologist in a few months.