How in the world did I go from a doctor saying to me, “You have the most boring medical history!” to preparing for heart surgery in less than a year??
I’m not sure how that happened, but it did. And my happy and boring medical history is officially out the window.
In a routine physical early last year where I just wanted to meet a doctor and have someone to go see when I got sick later, I found out I had a heart murmur that might be something. I had been told that by doctors before, but it would go away and I never felt any symptoms. I didn’t think I had symptoms this time either. Little did I know, I was actually having symptoms that I just kept dismissing them as I just needed to work out more and get into better shape.
Many tests and a visit to a Cardiologist later, I found out I had Mitral Valve Prolapse with moderate-to-severe regurgitation. I was told I could control it with medicine for now, but I would likely have to have surgery to fix it one day. And that one day could be in a month, 6 months, a year or 10 years and that there was no predicting how long that would be so I should just go on living my happy life.
So I starting taking a bunch of meds and visiting my Cardiologist every month. And I gave up caffeine. Now, this would have been fairly easy for me years ago, except I now work at Starbucks! You can’t turn around without being offered a tasting of the latest and greatest offering. But I’ve managed to avoid most of it without offending too many people along the way.
And the rest of the year was great! And I felt like a hero when I told my Cardiologist that I did a triathlon this summer! And everything was good! And I was even told I could stop my monthly appointments… unless something changed.
Wouldn’t you know it, about 6 weeks later, something changed. And my first thought on that change was again, “I feel so out of shape, maybe I need to start exercising more…” I quickly realized this time though, I wasn’t out of shape. I was indeed feeling new heart symptoms.
So I starting paying attention to them, but didn’t tell anyone for a little while. Especially not Rob because he would make me call my doctor. And calling my doctor would make it real again, and I wasn’t ready for it to be real again. I was happy being a healthy person without any worries.
But eventually, I had to admit it. So I casually mentioned it to Rob while in the kitchen one day. And I said it was no big deal, and maybe I would call my doctor in a few weeks, after the new year. And of course, he insisted I call him immediately and wouldn’t let me off the hook until I did.
So, I did. And now, here we are. Many tests later and confirmation of the “unknown length of time until we need to fix this valve” has come. It wasn’t the 10 years I had hoped it would be, but it wasn’t a month either.
Let the journey officially begin...