seth
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I posted a self portrait on my profile page and on the members only forum: The Order Of The Tawdry Shirt (TOOTS). I took the picture on the 40th day after my surgery. The photo shows some of my scars and at that time I thought I'd recover and everything would be OK. Now at nearly 11 months post-surgery things have not worked out that way. My OHS was totally unexpected. I found out I had to have surgery only 3 days before I was in the hospital to have it done (a Bentall Procedure). Of course it was horrible to think someone was going to cut me open and stop my heart. But when it came time... I got through it well. After surgery and 12 days in the hospital I was sent home to recover. But I had this constant hard pounding-vibration inside me, I thought it would go away but it never did and I suffer from it constantly.
When I took the self portrait showing my scars I deleted the pictures showing my face and kept the one showing only my body. I could look at the picture and wonder, is this really me? Today my scars represent what's gone wrong as much as what's gone right. I don't consider them a badge of honor, or a sign of being "on the other side of the mountain" (as so many people call it). I made it to the other side but the surgery followed me with awful results constantly pounding inside me. It's something I deal with every day, with every heart beat, with no solution and no resolution.
I knew there were risks and uncertainty but probably like most people on this forum I thought I'll be brave and face this surgery, I'll get repaired, I'll recover, I'll get back in shape and move on with my life. It will be good. I'll have some warfarin to take, some memories to talk about and a scar to show for it, but that will be about it. I envy the people who have it turn out this way. I really do. Why couldn't I be one of them? It makes me angry sometimes and it's so difficult not to become bitter. Of course something had to go wrong for me, something they can't fix, something I'm permanently inflicted with. We always hope for the best but the truth is there are people for whom surgery does not provide the results that are expected or wanted. I'm one of those people. This is something to keep in mind when you are one of the lucky ones, don't assume everyone gets it as good as you. If looking at your scar is what it takes to remind you of your OHS, I'd say you are very very fortunate because every pounding beat of my heart reminds me of my OHS and how it came out wrong.
I understand that the Tawdry Shirt represents coming through the surgery and being part of a community, an "Order" of valvers who have been through this experience. I get it, it's nice. It's supposed to comfort people before their surgery and encourage them afterward. But believe it or not, there is also the real world where things don't turn out equally well for all people. Having gone through OHS doesn't mean you have gone through everyone else's OHS or that you live with their surgery results. What if "the other side of the mountain" isn't the happy story we like so much? I came through OHS with poor results... that's off message, that's a thorn against the bubble, that's a drag but sometimes truth doesn't fit the desired version of how things ought to be. No disco pose for me, I belong to the Order of Botched Medical Advancement. Reality is rude when your heart/health is screwed up, and things don't work out the way they are meant to, and doctors don't have the answers, an no amount of prayers has made it better. My quality of life is much worse now than it ever was before the surgery. The heart issues I have now are BECAUSE of surgery, not of any fault of my own, and with no way that I can fix it. All I can do is keep pushing for answers, making it through each day, and hope to God I can make a difference so other people don't have this happen to them.
When I took the self portrait showing my scars I deleted the pictures showing my face and kept the one showing only my body. I could look at the picture and wonder, is this really me? Today my scars represent what's gone wrong as much as what's gone right. I don't consider them a badge of honor, or a sign of being "on the other side of the mountain" (as so many people call it). I made it to the other side but the surgery followed me with awful results constantly pounding inside me. It's something I deal with every day, with every heart beat, with no solution and no resolution.
I knew there were risks and uncertainty but probably like most people on this forum I thought I'll be brave and face this surgery, I'll get repaired, I'll recover, I'll get back in shape and move on with my life. It will be good. I'll have some warfarin to take, some memories to talk about and a scar to show for it, but that will be about it. I envy the people who have it turn out this way. I really do. Why couldn't I be one of them? It makes me angry sometimes and it's so difficult not to become bitter. Of course something had to go wrong for me, something they can't fix, something I'm permanently inflicted with. We always hope for the best but the truth is there are people for whom surgery does not provide the results that are expected or wanted. I'm one of those people. This is something to keep in mind when you are one of the lucky ones, don't assume everyone gets it as good as you. If looking at your scar is what it takes to remind you of your OHS, I'd say you are very very fortunate because every pounding beat of my heart reminds me of my OHS and how it came out wrong.
I understand that the Tawdry Shirt represents coming through the surgery and being part of a community, an "Order" of valvers who have been through this experience. I get it, it's nice. It's supposed to comfort people before their surgery and encourage them afterward. But believe it or not, there is also the real world where things don't turn out equally well for all people. Having gone through OHS doesn't mean you have gone through everyone else's OHS or that you live with their surgery results. What if "the other side of the mountain" isn't the happy story we like so much? I came through OHS with poor results... that's off message, that's a thorn against the bubble, that's a drag but sometimes truth doesn't fit the desired version of how things ought to be. No disco pose for me, I belong to the Order of Botched Medical Advancement. Reality is rude when your heart/health is screwed up, and things don't work out the way they are meant to, and doctors don't have the answers, an no amount of prayers has made it better. My quality of life is much worse now than it ever was before the surgery. The heart issues I have now are BECAUSE of surgery, not of any fault of my own, and with no way that I can fix it. All I can do is keep pushing for answers, making it through each day, and hope to God I can make a difference so other people don't have this happen to them.