Not a Momma

This is part 3 of a 4 part series about my health related issues. Click to read Part 1 and Part 2. Please be sure to check back to read more.

The next few days were spent in the hospital, and saw more doctors then I had seen in a lifetime. I think I told and retold the story of what happened that night a million times. I was rarely alone during that time, Matt and my mom both staying with me except during the night. The nights were the worst. Afraid I was going to die, I would end up spending most of the night in anxiety attack after anxiety attack.

My doctors were concerned about the blood loss I had experienced the prior year. I was told I was severely anemic, and that it was bad enough that I had to be given a blood transfusion. I had not realized just how bad it was until that point. You just get used to the way things are in life, and you don’t think of the harm it could be causing you.

I was taken in and had a heart catheterization, they found one blockage and put a stent in. They don’t put you completely under for that procedure, so I was in and out of consciousness. During the procedure I asked the doctor if they found anything, and he said one. Then I asked him if that was good, he said did you want me to find more? After a couple of hours I was back up in my room and awake. Still scared I was going to die at any moment, but good.

After the procedure I met the man who would become my regular cardiologist. He was wonderful with me, and tried his best to make me feel strong. Even after being released from the hospital, when I would go see him, he never made me feel bad for what had happened.

When I asked him what caused this to happen, was it because I’m obese? He said no, absolutely not, not at my age. The reason for this heart attack was a lovely little pill called birth control. Remember when I said I had high blood pressure in my teens? Apparently it was back. The estrogren increase caused by the birth control along with my high blood pressure, was more then my heart could take.

After my heart attack I went off of birth control pills, and started getting the Depo Provera shot. My doctor said my heart is doing good, and had made a great recovery. The heart attack tore me down in so many ways, and my wonderful doctor helped to build me back up. I thank God for him.