Let’s start at the beginning

My heart troubles came to my attention in November of 2015. Before then I noticed being breathless. My fiance and I ,Stevie, went for about a 1.5 mile walk to see some sights in the area. It’s turkey point and has a lighthouse on a cliff that is nice to visit. I noticed the elderly and children making the treck with no problems. I was winded and panting hard on the way back. I figure I was just out of shape due to just being pregnant and I’ll get back on track in no time. Well the breathlessness became so intense I went to Union hospital at 2am one morning and I was put through many test that eventuallyi needed to make an appointment for a heart Dr.   Unfortunately there isn’t a heart Dr in my county that accepts my insurance so I have to travel to Bell Air, Md for test and the like. They did a cardiac catheterization to see where I was at. Luckily my valves seem to be clean and it’s the stretching of the heart from increase demand from child creation that is my main issue. I had to have a deffibulater (I beg you to excuse my awful spelling) inserted April 2016. It’s so if my heart stops I can have automatic “jump” to it. I have 2 kids and a wonderful fiance to live for so I will go to any mesure that I can to sustain life. I go July 11, 2016 to my heart Dr. After not seeing her in a year and 3months. Yes it’s due to my own neglect and foolishness. I’m prepared to meet with scorn from the Dr for my actions, or lack there of. I just hope it’s not too late got help. I don’t believe my heart as increased in health since my procedure. I worry it has decreased in health and I will be put on the heart transplant list. That in itself is a can of worms that I will deliver deeper into if the time comes. I hope not, I don’t want a ugly scar and all the pain recovery that will be required. I have Tessa to look after every day. I don’t have time for hospitals for treatment and recovery. My babies need me so it’s a balance of keeping myself on par and making sure they don’t worry or fear. I’ll fight to the death (which I believe will eventually come to that of course) for as long as I can. I love my family and I will definitely be there for them or literally, die trying 

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Fixing a Broken Heart, Literally 

Ok here I go. Never had a blog before because really I never thought I had much to talk about but I do. My tale to tell of being almost 35 and being diagnosed with Dilated Cardiomyopathy which is pretty common just not at my age. The rare part of it is also it’s called Peripartum Cardiomyopathy. Pretty much, I was pregnant with my daughter,Tessa, and it was a hard pregnancy with never-ending vomiting and nausea. The whole situation was too much of a strain on my heart due to genetic factors. It expanded my heart, so now my heart walls are a bit  thinner and it doesn’t do such a great job pumping like it did before. I have 2 kids 10yr son Devin and 2yr old Tessa and I have a shortened life expectancy then someone normally my general health and age. I have either 4yrs or less than 15 ahead of me depending on how this journey goes. Would you please join me on this adventure? Sometimes it will be sad or boring but other times I’m sure it’ll be awesome, just like me! Sometimes. 🙃😬