The HDLs, the so-called good cholesterol that protects against heart disease, were also high at 69, so that was good. My triglycerides, at 95, were well within the normal range of zero to 149. The VLDLs, also a potentially harmful form, measured 19, again within the normal range of 5 to 49.

But the LDLs, the bad guys that deposit plaque on artery walls, were 134 -"high" since they should be under 100 if I want to maintain a healthy cardiovascular system.

My doctor wasn't too concerned because my blood pressure is low, I eat a healthful diet and I exercise every day for 60 to 90 minutes and run up and down scores of steps. Still, I decided to cut out cheese, lose a few pounds and return in three months for another test, this time after an all-night fast.

So in early March, three pounds lighter and taking a daily supplement of plant stanols, which are supposed to lower cholesterol, I had a second test. But now my total cholesterol had risen to 236 and the LDLs were up to 159.

Still, my doctor was not as alarmed as I was. My father and his father and his father's brother had heart attacks in their 50s, and my father and grandfather died of their second attacks at 71. I was 65. Were my days going to be numbered by a surprise coronary or stroke? Not if I could help it.

Now it was time to further limit red meat (though I never ate it often and always lean), stick to low-fat ice cream, eat even more fish, increase my fiber intake and add fish oils to my growing list of supplements. But the latest test, in early June, was even more of a shock: total cholesterol, 248, and LDLs, 171.

My doctor's conclusion: "Your body is spewing out cholesterol and nothing you do to your diet is likely to stop it." I was not inclined to become a total vegetarian to see if that would help. The time had come to try a statin, one of the miraculously effective cholesterol-lowering drugs.