Rose Madrid-Swetman

— Random Thoughts, Stories of Life, and Questions about the Journey —

June 3, 2016

When You Find Out it was a Heart Attack – Not Bronchitis

Category: All Posts,health,Stories of Life – Rose – 4:02 pm

When my doctor ordered an echocardiogram I was not terribly bothered. I was wondering why I wasn’t getting better, in fact, my breathing was getting worse daily. I was hoping they would begin to rule things out and in doing so get to the bottom of what was going on with my health.

My friend Sharon offered to come along. I thought, great, she and I can go to lunch after and catch up. As we sat in the waiting room, I began to wonder what if they find something? The imaging tech called me in and explained that he was going to use ultra sound to look at my heart from all angles. I asked him how long before the cardiologist would read the results. He said they usually read them within 48 hours or if they are really busy within a week. Then he said, “Don’t worry, if I see anything concerning I will get a cardiologist in here right away.”
When the test was over, the tech told me to get dressed and wait for a minute. There was a knock on the door. A nurse was at the door with the tech. The nurse said, “Mrs. Swetman a cardiologist would like to speak with you, he will be in in just a minute.” The tech looked at me as if to say, “I am so sorry.”

The cardiologist came in and reported to me that the test showed my heart was enlarged and working way too hard. He said, “We are going to need to do something about this right away.” He asked me to wait an hour while he finished his rounds and then he would meet with me and go over the test results.
Sharon and I sat in the waiting room trying to remain positive. It was good they found something and would be able to take care of it. I called Rich and he was on a job over an hour away so couldn’t come to the appointment. I called my sister Karla and she came right away. The three of us, Sharon, Karla and I sat waiting, trying to think the best and remain positive.

When the three of us met with the cardiologist and he ended up making the statement, “I don’t think you ever had acute bronchitis, I think you had a heart attack that night in February,” needless to say we were all in shock.
He stepped out to make arrangements to admit me to the hospital. Immediately tears were streaming down my face. Sharon and Karla came and hugged me. I said, “I am only 49 and I had a heart attack?” Sharon, said, “I know, this is hard and you can cry, do what you need to do right now, but one thing, you are 59 not 49. Not that 59 is not bothersome for a heart attack, but you aren’t 49.” We all three laughed through tears. I have no idea why I thought I was 49…

I am so grateful for Sharon and Karla. They stayed with me all day as the whirlwind of being admitted to the hospital with all the doctors and nurses coming and going inserting needles, getting history and making decisions. Sharon took notes because crazy information was coming so fast! It’s all kind of a blur but I remember at some point that day having to let go. Surrendering to the doctors, surrendering to help from Sharon and Karla and others that arrived and mostly surrendering to God for whatever this was going to mean. Beginning then taking it one day at a time.
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