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Trish
I've been reading lots of posts on here before deciding I needed to write. One thing that hit me was the comments that the people here understand, because they've "been there, done that." I have a lot of support from family and friends but I feel better when I read the positive comments here. Sometimes "You'll do fine," just doesn't compare to hearing what others have gone through and beyond.
I've got a date February 11 at Beth Israel for a mitral valve repair or replacement. No cath yet, so the surgeon hasn't committed to either.
My valve has been leaking for many years but something between my June meet-and-greet with a new PCP, and a follow up visit in early November made him send me to a cardiologist, who in turn, sent me to a surgeon for a look-see. Many tests later, I'm scheduled for surgery.
My activity level plummeted the past year or so. I thought passing 60 was slowing me down. Then I started gaining weight and that slowed me further. The cardiologist suggested the slowing and gaining was my heart crying out for relief. So many things make sense to me now, like gasping on the dance floor, and being afraid to swim out over my head in case I couldn't make it back to safety.
You all are giving me the courage I need to keep from hiding in the closet and sighing "poor me."
Thanks
Trish
I've got a date February 11 at Beth Israel for a mitral valve repair or replacement. No cath yet, so the surgeon hasn't committed to either.
My valve has been leaking for many years but something between my June meet-and-greet with a new PCP, and a follow up visit in early November made him send me to a cardiologist, who in turn, sent me to a surgeon for a look-see. Many tests later, I'm scheduled for surgery.
My activity level plummeted the past year or so. I thought passing 60 was slowing me down. Then I started gaining weight and that slowed me further. The cardiologist suggested the slowing and gaining was my heart crying out for relief. So many things make sense to me now, like gasping on the dance floor, and being afraid to swim out over my head in case I couldn't make it back to safety.
You all are giving me the courage I need to keep from hiding in the closet and sighing "poor me."
Thanks
Trish