Showing posts with label Heart Attack. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Heart Attack. Show all posts

Friday, February 6, 2009

GO RED!

Friday, Feb. 6, 2009, American Heart Association Go Red For Women My Pins

My Maternal Grandmother passed away at the age of 38, from heart failure.
My Mother passed away at the age of 52, from congestive heart failure.
I had my first heart attack at the age of 42, and now have congestive heart failure.

What does a heart attack feel like?
I can't tell you.
I didn't have the symptoms that you "hear" about....because well, those are symptoms that men usually have, tingling hands, tightness of chest...
by the time I "found out" I had had a heart attack, I had been in ICU for 7 days, and had been transported to another hospital. They woke me up enough to explain that something really bad had happen. With the damage to my heart also came a gang-green spleen, and Gal-bladder and they were going to have to go into my heart and make sure it was strong enough to handle the surgery that was required to get the damaged organs removed both were also full of clots that had passed through my heart.
I never did go to the hospital because of chest pains, but because of the terrible pain in my gut.
Looking back, I can pin point my first heart attack...
I kept a journal and my entries changed from everything is great to ...something is wrong, I haven't been feeling "right" I am so tired, I don't want to get out of bed or do anything.
My skin looked different and I was filling up with fluids.
When I had my second heart attack in November 2007, I knew something was wrong, I immediatly called my cardiologist, he is 3 hours away, and I told him what was going on, he said to come down to the hospital and they would check me out. Sure enough I had had another heart attack. Thankgoodness for the pacemaker that I was already wearing.
I think the greatest thing I have learned through all of this is KNOW YOUR BODY.
I am grateful for modern medicine, for great doctors and for those who educated about the heart.
I Choose to Live not Die
I Choose to WEAR RED in support.
I Choose to BEAT the #1 Killer of Women

Our Hearts. Our Choice.

I know this is a long post, but maybe, just maybe it will help someone in our blogging world