tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34715207657928365792024-03-12T18:49:30.949-07:00Jessica's JourneyJessihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12704460409529414140noreply@blogger.comBlogger82125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3471520765792836579.post-19306338824700976152015-09-04T16:08:00.000-07:002015-09-04T16:08:04.855-07:00GI appointment<div style="text-align: center;">
I've know something was wrong with me, (well something else, what isn't already wrong with me?) I've know for a while. I've had a hard time swallowing chicken for a while now. After a while, I'd become nauseated for no apparent reason. Suddenly my appetite shrunk, and eventually I couldn't eat certain foods without getting sharp stomach pains. I occasionally mentioned my stomach pains but my primary care doctors didn't think much of it.</div>
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When drs don't think much of what I tell them, I tend not to worry about it. I try my best to ignore it. I cut out what hurt to eat and got on with life. Fast forward about 2 years and I had my first meeting with the liver team. (Did you know it cost over 900$ to talk with a liver transplant dr!?) My fontan (the open heart surgery I had when I was 1 1/2 and then again at 19) is well known for causing liver issues. My team has been watching my liver numbers for a while now and they have slowly been getting worse. They weren't to concerned and said we would continue to watch them. I sat on the advice for about 1 day and decided, "no, not gonna happen." I didn't want to just sit around waiting for it to get worse. So I called them and told them I wanted them to recommend me to the liver team. Thankfully, even though they didn't think it was worth it, and that nothing can be done, they referred me anyways. </div>
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Have I mentioned how much I love my cardio team? They listen to my concerns and even if they don't think its that big of a deal, they do what is needed to help me feel comfortable. </div>
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So I went to the liver clinic, they drew a lot of blood, to checked for diseases that could cause liver damage </div>
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Thankfully all the blood work came back negative. So more testing was order. We did yet another abdominal ultrasound. </div>
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We know for sure my liver is fibrosis, but we are believing I'm in the beginning of cardiac cirrhosis. My heart isn't sending enough blood to my liver. So we decided it was time for an upper endoscopy. Josh came with me because I needed someone to drive me home.</div>
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How cute is he sitting there holding my bag!!!! This was his first time going to an appointment with me. </div>
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Scopes aren't to bad. They put the bite block in my mouth and then injected the meds that would put me to sleep. I remember my body got really warm and I mumbled "wow these meds are strong" and the I was out. These are the pictures they gave me.</div>
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Except this one. It showed what my doctor thought was a bezoar. Undigested food and/or foreign objects that was stuck in my stomach. I was sent home within an hour of the scope. The Monday after the nurse called to check in on me. I told her I was nauseated. She began asking questions and I ended up telling her about my nausea and stomach pain issues. She referred me to GI to see if we could get it all figured out. Two days ago I met with the GI team. The dr told me what they saw on the scope was not actually a bezoar, but undigested food. They proceeded to tell me that they thought I had what the call delayed gastric emptying. Also known as gastroparesis. My heart dropped. Gastroparesis scares me. I've worried for a while that it might be gastroparesis. I've watch friends go through it. A lot of them have needed feeding tubes. That scares the shit out of me!</div>
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Jessihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12704460409529414140noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3471520765792836579.post-71027666715405822552015-03-06T12:36:00.000-08:002015-03-06T12:40:55.259-08:00Crazy Annoying Questions I get<div style="text-align: center;">
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Crazy questions I get when I tell people about my heart. </div>
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Some of these questions have been asked to other CHDers also. I asked for their input. Thanks ladies! </div>
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<b>1- Can you have sex?</b><br />
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<b>2- Can you have children?</b></div>
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they see my scar and ask what it is. Seriously!? I don't even know you're name. Just don't ask. It's none of your business. </div>
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<b>3- How are you alive?</b><br />
This is asked by like every single person. You've seen the scars. Surgeries, lots of surgeries. </div>
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<b>4- You're to young to have these issues, to take the meds, to have a chart this big.</b></div>
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So on and so on. A lot of people say it with sympathy, which I guess is suppose to be nice, but when you hear it over and over again you sometimes just want to scream "shut up!" Illness's don't discriminate. And seriously, when a doctor says this, I just want to up and leave the room.</div>
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<b>5- Are you going to die?/shouldn't you be dead?</b></div>
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Yup wait a second, I'll get right on that. </div>
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<b>6- You're fixed now right?</b></div>
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After surgeries we get this a lot. No, just no. There is no cure.</div>
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<span class="null"> No, this isn't acquired heart disease. We get a lot of unwanted advice. </span></div>
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<b><span class="null">8- What's that on your chest?</span></b></div>
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<span class="null">Uhm, my boobs? Oh you mean this awesome scar I rock? Oh yeah my chest was cracked open.</span></div>
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<b><span class="null">9- You've had this your whole life and you still haven't found a heart yet?</span></b></div>
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<span class="null">Sigh, how many times do I need to say THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS!</span></div>
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<b><span class="null">10- I'm so sorry.</span></b></div>
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<span class="null">Don't feel sorry for me. I don't feel sorry for myself, you shouldn't either. </span></div>
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<b><span class="null">11- You don't look sick</span></b></div>
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<span class="null">I know, I'm beautiful.</span></div>
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<b><span class="null">12- Be happy you're alive. </span></b></div>
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<span class="null">First off I am extremely grateful to be alive. BUT I am allowed my days where I can be in a bad mood. I'm allowed to be frustrated and mad at times.</span></div>
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<b><span class="null">13- Don't you want to cover that up?</span></b></div>
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<b><span class="null">14- Should you be doing that?</span></b></div>
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<b><span class="null">15-Would you still have sex?</span></b></div>
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<span class="null">This was asked after I said I wanted to adopt. Okay, seriously? Sex isn't just for making babies.</span></div>
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<b><span class="null">16- How long have you had it</span></b></div>
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<b>17- I wish that I didn't have to work.</b></div>
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Shut up no you don't. Seriously I would love to be able to work! Being on disability is NOT fun. </div>
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<b>18- You're so brave.</b></div>
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For living my life? This is all I've ever known. I've had no choice. </div>
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<b>19- You're so lucky.</b></div>
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For being a live. Oh yeah, I LOVE having my chest cracked open and taking a ton of medication just to live. CHD life's a blast. </div>
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<b>20- I'd never be able to do it/ I don't know how you do it. </b></div>
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Its called living. Breath in, Breath out. </div>
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<b>21- You'd be fun to dissect. </b><br />
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<b>22-What happened.</b></div>
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When they learn I'm on disability or see my scar. "Oh you know, my chest just popped open!"<br />
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<b>24- Why don't you sleep more at night?</b><br />
Asked because we are tired a lot. I already sleep 10 hours, I cant stay in bed all day. <br />
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We also get a lot of no one will want to marry you because you cant have kids. No one is going to want to marry you because you cant have sex as much as he is gonna want. First off, why are you saying that? Do you know you are a terrible person? Secondly, if that's the way he is gonna act, you don't want him in your life anyway! You will find someone who loves you for you. Loves you even if you can't have kids, or sex every other hour. Don't settle for less.<br />
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Now I'm not this snarky in person, I answer honestly and with patience. I just really wish I could say some of these things. Seriously people! Think! If you wouldn't want me to ask you a question, don't ask me! <br />
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Lets talk dating here. I'm single, and a lot of people don't seem to understand that it is not by choice! I would love to find my one true love and settle done. But I haven't found him yet, he's probably lost. </div>
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So I have been on a dating sight, don't judge me. </div>
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I swear you can't meet anyone in person, and when you do meet people in person, well, lets just say they are someone you'd rather not meet. So I have been talking to this really nice guy for about a month or so now. About 2 weeks ago or so I told him about most of my issues. Today, I get a message from him saying "its to much to take on" and that he "can't do it"</div>
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Okay here's the deal, I don't mind people not being able to deal with it. Totally fine by me, I appreciate the truth. What bugs me is that he waited 2 weeks to tell me. Why are you wasting my time? I can understand a day or 2 but seriously? 2 weeks. I wished him good luck and went on my way. </div>
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I've been wanting to write for quite some time. I just never seem to find a topic I want to talk about. But I guess its time for a general update. I downloaded the timehop app and have realized it has been three years since my last hospital stay. </div>
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I've been thinking about that time. I cant believe its been three years. Three years of NO hospital stays. How does that happen? I was having one hospital stay each year from 2008-2011. How am I not having hospital stays anymore? </div>
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Oh trust me, I'm not complaining. I am happy to be hospital stay free. I just don't get it. </div>
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It worked! How did it work? Nothing ever lasts on me. My fontan didn't last, my maze failed leading to said cardioversion. How is this lasting? It's just a surreal experience. Its crazy that now my heart is one of my smallest concerns. My biggest concern is my muscle pain. </div>
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As some know I was diagnosed with Psoriatic Arthritis on May 28th 2012. Well recently the diagnosis was changed to Rheumatoid Arthritis. I'm one of a small percentage of people who doesn't show up in blood work.</div>
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Life has been interesting. I've been given oxygen at night.</div>
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I was diagnosed with a fused vertebrea, C2&C3 are one. Its causing a lot of neck pain. We tried botox, it made the pain worse, so we stick with pain meds. I was able to go to Massachusetts and meet my autoimmune arthritis/heart sister Hailee. It was so fun!! I love that little girl.</div>
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I moved again, to Brigham City, got myself a nice little house, and some stitches.</div>
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I've been trying to attend as many CHD events as possible in between drs apps and bad pain days. I love these kids. </div>
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<i>Reid and I when I was at his house</i></div>
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<i> </i><i> </i> AND last but not least, a picture of my niece and nephew, because they are beautiful! I don't see them enough, I love them!!!!!!!</div>
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<i>Chase is 3! I cant believe it. I remember my brother and SIL bring baby Chase to see me when I was in the hospital. </i></div>
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<i> Alyssa is growing into a beautiful little lady. I can't believe she's 2!!!</i> <br />
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Heart week is over. I have to say I'm kind of happy about that. Not that I don't like CHD awareness or anything. I love CHD awareness. Its so important! I'm just happy that I'm no longer seeing heart mom pictures as every other post on facebook.</div>
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Let me state something. I love heart moms. I will NEVER down-play their part in the CHD journey. And I am not say they don't have a hard time. I know they have an extremely hard time. I can't even imagine being them, having to watch a child go through what we go through. <br />I just get tired of seeing all the heart mom posts. Its ALWAYS a heart mom this, a heart mom that. Sometimes a heart dad is thrown in there. There is one person everyone forgets though, the CHDer themselves. I always see these beautiful heart mom pictures posted, I want one for CHDers also! There are poems about heart moms, I don't see many about CHDers though. I was looking at shirts, and I found all these super cute heart mom shirts, yet the CHDer ones are either for babies, or ugly. It just gets frustrating that we are over looked!!! <br /><br />We the CHDers, we have the toughest part. We are the ones who are sick. We get out chests cracked open. We have to take our shirts off and get echos, which can be very uncomfortable at times. We have to get the EKGs, we give gallons of blood one vile at a time. We are the ones who can't always do everything we want. </div>
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I'm just so tired of being overlooked. </div>
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It's heart month! This heart month seems different then other heart months. I'm not exactly sure why, I just don't seem to be in my groove. I'm trying to be that person who educates others about CHD. I post pictures, I try to do edits. My hearts just not in it. <br /><br /></div>
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<i>(one of the edits I've done this year) </i></div>
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I've even stopped doing edits for other. I kind of have a love hate relationship with edits at the moment. And with the way people ask for them. No respect and no manners! </div>
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Maybe because this heart month is different. This heart month marks 1 year since Kylie died. Actually today is the actual day. 1 year ago today. That seems so surreal to type. I still can't believe it. She is the only CHDer I met who has died. My heart is still broken over it. </div>
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<i>(fly high Kylie bug!)</i></div>
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I had a dream about her not to long ago. Some of you may remember my promise left unkept, if not read it <a href="http://jessicasopenheart.blogspot.com/2013/02/a-promise-left-unkept.html" target="_blank">here.</a> In my dream, we played. We played and we played. She even ran. When I visited her in the hospital she wanted to play with me, but couldn't for more then a minute. She was just so tired. This dream was so reassuring. She can play now!! And I got to keep my promise!!<br /><br />I had a dream about my dad also. I swear my dreams are taunting me. I'm so use to my dreams taunting me, and torturing me. After surgery I had a lot of nightmares that hurt, physically, they hurt. I'm even use to my dreams taunting me about now being able to have babies, but this one was different. My dreams have never taunted me before about my dad. And it just hurt. <br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wrt1fWknQdo/Uvrs-XaltcI/AAAAAAAABbY/TiX6lGceXII/s1600/99ma0h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wrt1fWknQdo/Uvrs-XaltcI/AAAAAAAABbY/TiX6lGceXII/s1600/99ma0h.jpg" /></a></div>
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In the dream, we were looking for my dad. It went back and forth between looking for my dad, and a ring of my dads. It was weird. But I just know, we couldn't find him. At one point the ring turned into a spider, again, it was weird. I just know the theme of the dream was we couldn't find him. That he is lost. And it just tore at my soul because I knew in my heart, he isn't lost. I know exactly where he is, and I cant go there!! I had this dream twice. Each time it broke my heart. </div>
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Anyways, so, I know this post is all over the place. But I just had to get that out. Like I've said before, this blog is more of diary for me. So please be patient with me. CHD is hard, and not all of use always want to celebrate heart month.<br /><br /> But since it is CHD awareness week, I will leave you with some CHD facts.<br /><br />-1 in 100 babies will be born with some kind of CHD<br />-That is about 40 thousand CHDers born every year! <br />-4 thousand of them wont live to see their first birthday</div>
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So my blog got a make over! As we all know I'm very indecisive and have a hard time committing to things. I'm obviously not sure I like it. I'm not sure I like my follow button, it doesn't seem to be working quite right. I also need a new signature, but I cant figure out how to get a new one. So right now this will work. </div>
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I've been wanting to write more, to keep my blog and my facebook page more up to date. I just seem to have the worst writers block. It would be nice if someone would help me with topics. Every time I ask though, no one seems to have any suggestions. I'd love to write something that heart moms and dads would want to read, I just don't know what that is. <br /><br />I've been frustrated with life recently. It seems that the medical bills will NEVER stop. By the time I get these cardiology bills paid off, it'll be time for another appointment. I love being in Utah, but part of me wonders if things would have been easier in Idaho. I just don't know anymore. It's hard to not be sure of things. </div>
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I'm missing everyone. I miss my mom, I miss seeing her everyday, and having movie nights. I miss my niece and nephew. My brother got a new job in North Dakota. Its great, he really needed the job, but I'm sad he moved. He's no longer just three hours away. He's 12. I cant just get in the car and go see him and the kids. That just sucks. My boyfriend now works crazy hours and I hardly see him. I'd just love to cuddle and watch a movie, but no.</div>
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Oh and now my car is leaking fluid. It seems like everything is building up. Everything is trying to overwhelm me. It's trying to crash down around me, to suffocate me. To break me. I'm trying my hardest not to let it. I wont let it. But its hard. But that's why I'm trying to start back to this. To be able to get it all out. To work it out in words. If anyone happens to read it along the way, well that's awesome. If they don't, which I pretty much assume they wont. Well, that's okay too. </div>
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I want to write, I need to write. I'm just never sure what to write. But I'll just write and see what comes out. </div>
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I finally moved out of Idaho! And I'm super happy where I am, but I honestly think getting everything switched over might just be the death of me. Plus with all the moving, and having a 2 story apartment, my pain is worse then usual. But I'm in Utah, and I'm near friends so its nice. </div>
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I think most of you who read this either follow my fan page, or are personally friends with me. But if you aren't there's some news. I dropped my rheumatologist because she just seemed, not the brightest in the box I guess you could say. I was getting super sick on the chemo and I called her asking if she could give me nausea meds. The chemo was helping, I was just so sick and miserable. She said no. She dropped my dose. Which of course meant the pain came back. The lower dose just didn't help. But I still got sick, and it was killing my immune system. I just kept getting infection after infection (respiratory, sinus, so on). I just couldn't get better on the meds. So I called her and told her I stopped them. They were making me sick and I wanted to try something else. She told me "The meds aren't making you sick, its just a coincidence" she wanted me back on them. So I thought about it for a day and decided no. So I told them I wouldn't be seeing her again. </div>
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Thankfully I found a new rheumatologist who came highly recommended, who is actually in the town I moved to! I found him online, and I asked a friend about him. Apparently her friend use to work with him and says he's amazing! I found myself a new primary here also, and when I mentioned I was going to a new rheumatologist in October, someone over at the budge clinic, he immediately asked "Dr. Walker?" and when I said yes, he said how amazing he was. So I'm super stoked to meet this Dr. Walker. It sounds like I found the right doctor! <br /><br />But I've been thinking. I've been thinking a lot about what I want and don't want and I've decided that I'm going to tell him I refuse to do the chemo again. It just makes me so miserable. I feel worse on it, then I do off of it. I understand it helps slow the progression of the disease, but I just don't think I can take it anymore. I'm hoping he will have other suggestions on things we might be able to try, but I understand I'm complicated. It wouldn't surprise me if he said there was nothing else. I know a lot of the meds taken for autoimmune arthritis you cant take if you've been treated for heart failure. Which I have. <br /><br />I'm really hoping he can help me, but I'd honestly understand if he couldn't. I just hope that if he cant, he can recommend someone for pain management. I hope no one thinks I sound like a drug seeker. But I hurt, and I don't want to keep hurting so much. </div>
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4 years ago today, I was certain it was going to be my last
4<sup>th</sup> of July. My last holiday, period. I wanted it to be amazing, 4<sup>th</sup>
of July is like my families Christmas after all. So my brother and I made a
trip to Wyoming to buy fireworks to make it AWESOME. I remember the day, it was
the day Michael Jackson died. Goodness the drive was horrible because they
played all the crappy MJ songs and none of the good ones I knew! And we had no
CDs! It was a good day though, I was slowly ticking off things on my bucket
list. No one really knew what I was doing. I never let anyone know I was going to die. <br />
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Everyone felt HORRIBLE about surgery being done at Primary Children's. Everyone, my mom had a bad feeling, my grandpa. On the 4th of July even my best friend knew something wasn't right. She called my crying telling me "You can't die on me!" It tore me apart that this was hurting everyone so much. I even wrote goodbye letters and hid them under my computer keyboard so they would be found when they packed up my stuff. </div>
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So, we did a big 4th of July, bottle rocket wars and all. It was so much fun. I didn't really participate in the war because I couldn't run. I was in heart failure, and my heart was dilated and up against my breast bone. I was in so much pain and so tired. But I had fun. It lasted well into the night. The next morning we got up early and headed to Utah.</div>
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One of my bucket list items was making a road trip with my brother. Utah wasn't a big road trip like I really wanted, BUT, it was a road trip. I couldn't do any other kind, I was to sick. So on the 5th of July we headed to SLC, we stopped at Lagoon on the way. Spending the day with my brother was awesome. Riding rides was awesome. I didn't last very long, we only stayed a couple of hours, but it was worth it. </div>
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Things happened, surgery was changed, want to know how? Read <a href="http://jessicasopenheart.blogspot.com/2012/05/how-calling-doctor-jackass-saved-my.html" target="_blank">here</a> and <a href="http://jessicasopenheart.blogspot.com/2012/07/3-years-about-girl.html" target="_blank">here</a></div>
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After surgery was changed, I felt so much better. I met with the new surgeon and I just knew, I would be okay. </div>
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My brother worked so hard to make my "last" 4th of July an amazing one. I'm so happy I won my disability case and got paid so I could make this 4th of July and amazing one for him. I couldn't do a lot, but I was able to do some. <br />
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I'm so grateful for my life and family. I'm such a blessed person. <br />
I'm glad I have many more 4ths to come. </div>
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Jessihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12704460409529414140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3471520765792836579.post-20140238650135356602013-06-23T19:26:00.003-07:002013-06-23T19:26:41.465-07:00Let's Day Dream <br />
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So I wanted to write, and I had no idea what to write, so I asked my facebook friends for suggestions. </div>
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My friend asked me: What would your life be like if you didn't have a CHD?</div>
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At first, I didn't think I could answer that. This is all I've ever known, and you know what, it isn't a bad life! Its actually really good! I may have days where I hate it, but its brought about so much good in my life and I couldn't imagine life without it. </div>
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But then I started day dreaming. </div>
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What would life be like!?</div>
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Maybe I'd be married, and maybe I'd be a mommy. </div>
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Maybe I'd be running marathons! In the past year, all I've wanted to do was be able to run!</div>
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I know for sure I wouldn't be in Idaho. I would have a full time job and living on my own, maybe in Chicago. Salt Lake and Spokane wouldn't even have been an option. </div>
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At that's when it hits me, knowing those places wont be an option. I can't imagine never meeting all the wonderful people from Spokane and Utah. I can't imagine never know all the wonderful CHD families I've met in person, and online all over the world. </div>
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I stop day dreaming. If I can't know these people, and I know for a fact I wouldn't know them if I didn't have a CHD, I don't want to imagine. </div>
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CHD is hard, so very hard. Its scary, and at times, its a true nightmare. </div>
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There is so much heart break in the CHD community. <br />But at times, there are triumphs to. And those we celebrate. </div>
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There are things I cant do, that I really wish I could. But, its my life. </div>
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There is so much love and support in this "heart family" </div>
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I wouldn't want it any other way. </div>
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Jessihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12704460409529414140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3471520765792836579.post-36149519057275514842013-06-18T19:17:00.001-07:002013-06-18T19:17:09.664-07:00My Advice to CHDers: It's okay.<div style="text-align: center;">
I've had a lot of CHD parents I met, in person and online ask me <b>"What advice would you give me?" </b></div>
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Recently I visited a mom in the hospital who asked that exact question. My answer is always, <b>"treat them normal, they will know their limits." </b>I also added to my advice,<b> "You will never regret fighting for him (her). (S)he is worth it."</b> It made me start wondering what would I say to a CHDer as advice. I thought about it for a while and I think I figured it out. So here it is. <br />
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<b>It's okay. </b></div>
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<b><u>It's okay to not like your scar. </u></b>Some CHD parents say that us CHDers should be proud of our scars. Personally, I am, I like showing off my scars. But I do understand what its like to not like it. Because as I kid, I didn't like mine. I understand how it can bring back memories of a really painful time in your life. It's okay to want to hide it. Its okay to not want to show it off. Its also okay if you do want to show it off. </div>
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This life is hard, and its scary. You will learn your limits and there may be a few things you cant do because of your heart. But know your heart doesn't define you. You have CHD, CHD does not have you. <br />Your life can and will be AMAZING! </div>
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It's not that I didn't want to keep it, because boy did I. I would have loved to keep it. But I didn't get to. </div>
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I've mentioned Kylie on here once or twice before. I loved to visit Kylie when I was in town for my appointments. She had a beautiful smile, sass that could fill a room and contagious giggles. The first time I visited Kylie I was made to make a promise. A promise to come back the very next day after I had my "lub-a-dub" checked out. Lub-a-dub was what Kylie called her heart. Kylie was patiently awaiting a new lub-a-dub (heart transplant). So as promised I went back the next day. And we compared out stickies because I was wearing a 30 day event monitor. </div>
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Those two visits were fun. We laughed a lot. Kylie thought it was so funny that if we took my lub-a-dub and her lub-a-dub and put them together we'd have a full lub-a-dub. When she saw my stickies she asked me why I had it and I told her my lub-a-dub was sick too. I told her this yesterday, but seeing the stickies really made it dawn on her, and the smile was priceless. At the end of that second visit I made the promise I'd never get to keep. I asked Kylie how she'd like it if once she got her lub-a-dub and she felt better, I'd come back and play with her. She said okay and I promised her I would. </div>
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I visited Kylie whenever I was in Salt Lake. Each visit was a little bit shorter. Kylie was shy, and not feeling good. But we still had fun. She let me sniff a book with her. And we played a little. <br />
My last visit was in November. She was in the CICU by then. When I arrived a nurse was drawing blood and she was in a chair with her back towards the door. I gave her mommy diet mountain dew and she was grateful because she hadn't been able to find one all day. I told Kylie that once she was done with the blood draw I had a gift for her. I talked with her mom about how my appointments went and how Kylie was doing. Kylie kept turning around looking at me, like she remembered me but she was shy. So I just stood there behind her. Once the nurse pulled out the tube Kylie immediately turned around and said "she's done!" The nurse hadn't even stood up yet but Kylie was ready for her gift. </div>
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So I walked around and crouched in front of her and noticed how swollen her body was it broke my heart. But I put on a big smile and held out a gift card and asked if she knew what is was. She didn't. I said I knew she recently got an Ipad that all her heart family pitched in for, and I knew how much she loved it. So I gave her a Itunes gift card so she could go on a shopping spree. I gave her the gift card and told her I wanted her to buy whatever she wanted that mommy said was okay. Mommy said Kylie got what she wanted and I smiled. I told Kylie and her mommy I was glad I got to see them and left not wanting to intrude to long. </div>
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About 2 and half months later Kylie passed away. She got the ultimate lub-a-dub in Heaven. And that was the end of the promise. I never got to go play with her again. My Salt Lake visits will never be the same. I went to the funeral and got to say goodbye, but I'm heart broken. That was one promise I really, really wanted to keep. I miss that beautiful girl. </div>
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Jessihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12704460409529414140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3471520765792836579.post-23107605153725777812013-01-09T13:42:00.000-08:002013-01-09T13:42:08.647-08:00Question and Answer<br />
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So I felt the need to write, but had no idea of what to write about. So it's question and answer time!</div>
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<u><b><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[148].[1][2][1]{comment402312983176116_2874143}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[148].[1][2][1]{comment402312983176116_2874143}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[148].[1][2][1]{comment402312983176116_2874143}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]">What does your o2 saturation's run and what daily medications do you take?</span></span></span></b></u></div>
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<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[148].[1][2][1]{comment402312983176116_2874143}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[148].[1][2][1]{comment402312983176116_2874143}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[148].[1][2][1]{comment402312983176116_2874143}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]">I'm not sure what my sats were as a child, but after my fontan revision (7/24/09) they were 98%. They stayed that way for about 2 years. Recently I've noticed they are usually 93%. 95% on a good day and around 91% on a bad day. </span></span></span></div>
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<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[148].[1][2][1]{comment402312983176116_2874143}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[148].[1][2][1]{comment402312983176116_2874143}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[148].[1][2][1]{comment402312983176116_2874143}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]">My current med regimen is; Digoxin (a med to help my heart), Celexa (anti depressant), Asprin, Zantac, Potassium, Coumadin, Coreg (beta blocker) 2x daily, Tikosyn (a med to keep me out of Afib) 2x daily, Lasix, Buspirone (anti anxiety med) 3x daily as needed, an allergy med, and folic acid. I also inject methotrexate (a form of chemo) every Friday evening. </span></span></span></div>
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<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[148].[1][2][1]{comment402312983176116_2874143}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[148].[1][2][1]{comment402312983176116_2874143}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[148].[1][2][1]{comment402312983176116_2874143}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]"><br /></span></span></span></div>
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<span id=".reactRoot[169].[1][2][1]{comment437380562996147_437381192996084}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][1]"> </span><u><b><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[169].[1][2][1]{comment437380562996147_437381192996084}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[169].[1][2][1]{comment437380562996147_437381192996084}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[169].[1][2][1]{comment437380562996147_437381192996084}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]">What do you remember from surgeries as a child and day to day living? Do you remember having any pain?</span></span></span><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[169].[1][2][1]{comment437380562996147_437381192996084}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[169].[1][2][1]{comment437380562996147_437381192996084}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[169].[1][2][1]{comment437380562996147_437381192996084}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]"> </span></span></span></b></u></div>
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<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[169].[1][2][1]{comment437380562996147_437381192996084}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[169].[1][2][1]{comment437380562996147_437381192996084}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[169].[1][2][1]{comment437380562996147_437381192996084}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]">My last childhood heart surgery was done before I was 2 years old. So I don't remember it. I had my last heart surgery when I was 19. I remember that one, and honestly there was pain. Coughing was the worst. But they keep you well medicated, or well my doctors did, and honestly it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. </span></span></span></div>
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<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[169].[1][2][1]{comment437380562996147_437381192996084}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[169].[1][2][1]{comment437380562996147_437381192996084}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[169].[1][2][1]{comment437380562996147_437381192996084}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]">As for the day to day living, honestly it wasn't bad. My mother raised me "normally" just like she did my healthy brother. I was like any other 5 year old, 9 year old, 13 year old, and so on. There really wasn't any pain, except for the normal fall off the bike, scrapes and bruises. There was one point in time where I had a lot of stomach aches and they thought surgery flipped my stomach. But all the tests came back normal and eventually the stomach aches went away. </span></span></span></div>
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<u><b><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[225].[1][2][1]{comment402312983176116_2874164}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[225].[1][2][1]{comment402312983176116_2874164}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[225].[1][2][1]{comment402312983176116_2874164}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]">You've been diagnosed with borderline personality disorder... Jessica what exactly is that?</span></span></span></b></u></div>
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<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[225].[1][2][1]{comment402312983176116_2874164}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[225].[1][2][1]{comment402312983176116_2874164}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[225].[1][2][1]{comment402312983176116_2874164}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]">It's been almost 2 years since diagnosis and I'm still not 100% sure how to answer this. So I will use a little help from my friend mayoclinic.com</span></span></span></div>
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<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[225].[1][2][1]{comment402312983176116_2874164}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[225].[1][2][1]{comment402312983176116_2874164}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[225].[1][2][1]{comment402312983176116_2874164}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]"><br /></span></span></span></div>
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<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[225].[1][2][1]{comment402312983176116_2874164}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[225].[1][2][1]{comment402312983176116_2874164}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[225].[1][2][1]{comment402312983176116_2874164}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]">"</span></span></span>Borderline personality disorder (BPD) is a mental health disorder that
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It, along with my bipolar, effect my moods. I have mood swings, anger issues, self image issues, and anxiety issues. As my mother says, I have violent mood swings. I can go from being happy to ragging mad in a matter of seconds. I also had issues with my weight when I was a teen.</div>
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<u><b><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[1].[1][2][1]{comment402654039808677_2876442}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[1].[1][2][1]{comment402654039808677_2876442}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[1].[1][2][1]{comment402654039808677_2876442}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]">How
to deal with "almighty" Doctors that don't share all his knowledge
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<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[1].[1][2][1]{comment402654039808677_2876442}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[1].[1][2][1]{comment402654039808677_2876442}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[1].[1][2][1]{comment402654039808677_2876442}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]">I've had a lot of doctors who didn't tell me the whole truth. I've learned to ask questions, lots of questions. I read my medical records and if there is something I don't know I ask. I found an old EKG that had stuff I was never told. I called the doctor out on it and he got mad. He dropped me as a patient. It is okay to get second opinions. If your doctor isn't telling you the whole truth, its okay to find someone who will. Make sure your doctors know you want to know everything. The good, the bad and the ugly and if they are good, they will comply. </span></span></span><br />
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<u><b><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[5].[1][2][1]{comment402312983176116_2874324}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[5].[1][2][1]{comment402312983176116_2874324}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[5].[1][2][1]{comment402312983176116_2874324}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]">I would like to know how long you were cheer-leading as a kid?</span></span></span></b></u><br />
<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[5].[1][2][1]{comment402312983176116_2874324}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[5].[1][2][1]{comment402312983176116_2874324}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[5].[1][2][1]{comment402312983176116_2874324}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]">I must have told you the story about the pom pom extravaganza I did when I was little. It was one day. I never actually was a cheer leader. But I did do gymnastics when I was little. I wasn't very good and I only did one season (I just</span></span></span><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[5].[1][2][1]{comment402312983176116_2874324}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[5].[1][2][1]{comment402312983176116_2874324}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[5].[1][2][1]{comment402312983176116_2874324}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]"> that's what you'd call it??) It had no effect on my health what so ever. I did play soccer a little bit when I was little. My mom pulled me out during the first game and never took me back because the running was effecting me to much. As a teenager I did drill team (dance) in my high school. I had to have a physical and have the doctor sign off on it so I could do it. He didn't want to sign, he didn't want me to dance (or even participate in PE for that matter). But I talked him into signing. He signed and told me I was only allowed to dance NOTHING else. It was fun and I loved it. I got tired quicker then the other girls, but other then that I was fine. </span></span></span><br />
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<u><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[5].[1][2][1]{comment402312983176116_2874324}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[5].[1][2][1]{comment402312983176116_2874324}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[5].[1][2][1]{comment402312983176116_2874324}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]"> </span></span></span><b><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[104].[1][2][1]{comment10151232182643026_10151233430883026}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[104].[1][2][1]{comment10151232182643026_10151233430883026}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[104].[1][2][1]{comment10151232182643026_10151233430883026}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]">Did you have many limitation and as you grew up how did that affect the choices you made?</span></span></span></b></u><br />
<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[104].[1][2][1]{comment10151232182643026_10151233430883026}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[104].[1][2][1]{comment10151232182643026_10151233430883026}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[104].[1][2][1]{comment10151232182643026_10151233430883026}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]">I got tired quicker then most. I got sicker easier and the heat also made me sick. But that's really the only limitations I remember. I didn't play team sports because I just got to tired, but that was fine by me. I'm not really a team sports person. I've known my limitations since I was really little. I'm okay with stopping and resting when I need to and going to the AC when its to hot out. It never really affected any of my choices until I decided to drop out of college. I wanted to be a kindergarten teacher, but I get way to sick to be around that many kids everyday. </span></span></span><br />
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<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[104].[1][2][1]{comment10151232182643026_10151233430883026}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[104].[1][2][1]{comment10151232182643026_10151233430883026}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[104].[1][2][1]{comment10151232182643026_10151233430883026}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[360].[1][2][1]{comment10151232182643026_10151234324288026}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[360].[1][2][1]{comment10151232182643026_10151234324288026}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[360].[1][2][1]{comment10151232182643026_10151234324288026}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]">I am perfect flying. I never had any issues at all.</span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[104].[1][2][1]{comment10151232182643026_10151233430883026}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[104].[1][2][1]{comment10151232182643026_10151233430883026}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[104].[1][2][1]{comment10151232182643026_10151233430883026}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[360].[1][2][1]{comment10151232182643026_10151234324288026}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[360].[1][2][1]{comment10151232182643026_10151234324288026}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[360].[1][2][1]{comment10151232182643026_10151234324288026}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]">I do have a pacemaker so I can't go through the metal detectors and have to get patted down, but that's the only "issue" I have. </span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[104].[1][2][1]{comment10151232182643026_10151233430883026}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[104].[1][2][1]{comment10151232182643026_10151233430883026}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[104].[1][2][1]{comment10151232182643026_10151233430883026}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[360].[1][2][1]{comment10151232182643026_10151234324288026}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[360].[1][2][1]{comment10151232182643026_10151234324288026}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[360].[1][2][1]{comment10151232182643026_10151234324288026}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]">Also, because I've seen this asked a lot, sternum wires do not set of metal detectors. </span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[104].[1][2][1]{comment10151232182643026_10151233430883026}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[104].[1][2][1]{comment10151232182643026_10151233430883026}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[104].[1][2][1]{comment10151232182643026_10151233430883026}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]">I've had some doctors tell me yes. It will be hard, I'd need to be followed very closely by a cardiologist and high risk pregnancy specialist. I'd also need to have a c-section. </span></span></span><br />
<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[104].[1][2][1]{comment10151232182643026_10151233430883026}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[104].[1][2][1]{comment10151232182643026_10151233430883026}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[104].[1][2][1]{comment10151232182643026_10151233430883026}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]">But I've had other doctors tell me no. Not only would it be to hard on my heart, it could possibly kill me and the baby. Plus I'm on medications that can cause very serious birth defects. </span></span></span><br />
<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[104].[1][2][1]{comment10151232182643026_10151233430883026}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[104].[1][2][1]{comment10151232182643026_10151233430883026}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[104].[1][2][1]{comment10151232182643026_10151233430883026}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]">I think it really just depend on the person. I've made the decision to not even try. I will adopt when the time comes. </span></span></span><br />
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I know a heart mom sent you an open letter earlier today. I want to say I understand exactly where she is coming from. I even shared the letter on my personal facebook page. She wanted you to spread CHD awareness, because you were born with a CHD. I understand exactly what she wants. I understand why she wants it. For I too was born with a congenital heart defect. I too am living with half a heart. I understand the complications from this life and I understand the stress. I understand we don't have enough awareness. I understand the want and need for more awareness and for big names like you to help us in our cause, your cause. But I felt the need to say, I understand you too. </div>
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I can understand you not wanting to be apart of the CHD community. I understand you not wanting to show the part of you that you just cant control. I know what it feels like to not have any control over you body. And to desperately want and need to have control over your body. So you ignore your CHD. I know what its like to have a scar, a scar you'll never get rid of. I know what its like to wish you didn't have to take those meds and wishing you never saw your cardiologist again. I get it, I really do. I choose to be apart of the CHD community. I love it. I love these kids and I'm glad of my choice. But I understand that you don't want to make the same decision. </div>
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I also understand that maybe, someone in your life that we just don't know about might be fighting childhood cancer. So instead of supporting CHD awareness, you support childhood cancer awareness. I get it, childhood cancer awareness is important too. My dad died of cancer, so I support cancer awareness also. </div>
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I also understand that maybe, possibly, you know that so much has been done for you that you want to give back. But maybe you just don't know how to give back. Maybe you possibly don't know what CHD is. You see, I didn't know what CHD was until I was told I needed another life saving open heart surgery at 19. </div>
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So you see Shaun, I understand that you might possibly have reasons that not everyone would understand. I want to say I do wish you could help us in or cause. But if you don't I wont ever hold it against you, because I understand. Maybe the reasons I listed aren't your exact reasons. But I'm sure you have one. </div>
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I also want to say I know the heart mom who wrote the first letter. I want her to know I agree with her. I wish we could get more CHD awareness. And I hope she doesn't take this wrong. I just felt the need to point out there might be reasons behind your decision. Good reasons, I know what it is like for people to question my decisions. I'm sure you have much more of that then I ever have. You're famous after all. </div>
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I just felt drawn to writing this. I just couldn't let it be. </div>
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Jessihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12704460409529414140noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3471520765792836579.post-57424048703224941162012-10-02T21:13:00.000-07:002012-10-02T21:15:42.440-07:00Born With A Broken Heart<div style="text-align: center;">
I was asked by Annette, found of <u>Born With A Broken Heart</u> to share my story. I need a place to write it, and since Microsoft is being bitchy, I thought I'd write it here. </div>
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My name is Jessica, but I prefer Jessi. I'm 23 years old and I am surviving CHD. I was born October 3rd 1989. I asked my mom a lot of questions about her pregnancy and delivery with me. It was a normal pregnancy, no problems what so ever. But now looking back she remembers her doctors would always listen to my a heart beat a little longer then normal. Maybe they heard something, but it 1989 and they didn't have great technology back then. Labor and delivery where normal and I was born in the early morning. Shortly before discharge my mom was trying to nurse me and I just wouldn't wake up and eat. The nurses told her she just didn't know what she was doing, but I have an older brother, she knew how to nurse. So the doctors to me away and managed to wake me up enough so I would cry. I turned blue. My mom knew something was wrong when the doctors and nurses came back without me. They told her I had a heart problem, it wasn't anything serious, probably just mitral valve prolapse and I'd be fine. I got my first ambulance right before I was even 24 hours old. When my mom finally got discharged her and my dad came to see me, and what awaited them was a much worse diagnosis. I have Tricuspid Atresia, Severe Hypoplastic Right Ventricle, Mitral Regurgitation and a VSD and an ASD. My parents where told the ASD and VSD were the only reasons I survived my birth. I had my first surgery, via cardiac catherization at 2 day old. A balloon septostomy to make my ASD and VSD bigger so the blood would continue to flow. I got to go home a week after my birth and did okay until I was 3 months old. That's when they had to do my first BT shunt. At 9 months old I needed another BT shunt. Both where done through my back and I have scars underneath each shoulder blade. At 1 1/2 I had my first open heart surgery. I went in on mothers day and got out on fathers day. They did the glenn, but it failed and they couldn't get me off bypass. So they did another procedure (this one I don't know the name of) and again, they couldn't get me off bypass. My heart just wouldn't beat. They had one more option but they weren't sure if it would work, it was so new. But it was all they had left, so they did the fontan. Luckily it worked and they finally got my heart to beat. But a 4 hour surgery turned into a 12 hour surgery. Because I was on bypass for so long there was swelling in my brain and I had a massive seizure and was in a coma for 2 weeks. Recovery was hard, but I made it. After that I had cardiology appointments once a year and daily medications. I had a lot of issues with pneumonia and my parents had to buy their own nebulizer to keep me out of the hospital. I got sick easier then "normal" kids and I got tired faster, but I had a normal childhood. A good childhood. When I was 18 I was told I had severe heart failure and needed another open heart surgery. I had a cardiac cath in preparation and a lot of appointments where it was found out I had sinus bradycardia and atrial fibrillation. They also discovered my heart was dilated and up against my breast bone. It caused me severe pain. I was terribly sick and my doctor got me in for surgery really fast. July 24, 2009 I had the fontan revision, maze procedure to fix my atrial fibrillation, atrial reduction (they removed part of my atrium) and a pacemaker implant to help the sinus bradycardia. Its been a crazy 3 years since my last surgery. I was in a car accident in November 2010 and was told the only reason I survived it was because my pacemaker kept my heart going. The maze procedure failed and my atrial fibrillation came back about 2 months afterwards. I had a cardioversion in September 2011and we are watching it again and if it gets bad again we will try an ablation. It's now called chronic atrail fibrillation. At my last appointment my doctor told me I have the best ventricle function post fontan out of everyone he see's in his clinic, and I'm quite happy about that. I've been diagnosed with an auto immune disease and I'm in a lot of pain, but I try to keep going. There has been issues with my pacemaker and they will most likely need to replace the leads, if not the whole thing. Which means they would need to crack my chest again. But as of right now we are just watching it. He doesn't want to do surgery just yet but is pretty sure it will need to be done. My cardiologist says it's just a matter of time before the heart failure comes back and I'll need a transplant. But I'm taking it one day at a time. I'm enjoying my life. I'm in college to get my degree in early childhood education. I love kids and want to work with them. I'm trying to get disability because as much as I'd love to work I know I can only do it part time. I love meeting new CHD families and go to visit children in the hospital whenever I go for my appointments. I also love meeting them outside of the hospital too. I've been told I give them hope and I am proud of that. They help me feel not alone. I'm enjoying being an aunty and being in school. I love my life and am thankful for the doctors who gave me a chance to live it. </div>
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A week in Salt Lake City!? What was I thinking?</div>
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In all honesty, it wasn't horrible. We (my mom and I) came down on the 4th the day before my cardiology appointment. Which was great because that night was a fundraiser for my heart brother Cooper! It was great to go a see him again and show my support. </div>
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September 5th was my appointment. I went and got an echo and saw my cardiologist. It went really well besides having to lay in an uncomfortable position for almost the whole time. But we got some great news. My cardiologist told me I have the best ventricle function post fontan out of all of the patients he see's in his clinic! Yay go me! I don't have to go back for another eight, yes you read that right EIGHT months!!! It took me so long (3 years!) to get to finally being able to go every 6 months and now its eight! </div>
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After that we got a few days to relax. A vacation for sorts. My friend, a heart momma, did my nails!</div>
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I actually spent a lot of time with her and her awesome son this trip so it was great.</div>
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I of course had to go up to Primary Children's and see my amazing heart brother and sister who are there waiting for new hearts. Matthew and Kylie. It was great fun, Matthew<i> </i>and I had a huge battle with agent P. He beheaded me, so of course he won! </div>
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I even went to my very first heart walk! It was great fun! My mom even got some amazing heart mom shirts!</div>
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I do got to say probably one of my favorite parts of the trip was last night. I went to dinner with 4 heart moms and there kids. Kaylyn and her beautiful 8 week old Bailey and Bailey's sister Mckenzie, Jessica and her adorable 6 month old Clara, Ali and Tanner, and Hollie and her dear daughter Elaina. It was so fun, full of food, fun, laughs and a lot of support, love, and understanding. </div>
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I really love my heart family, even though there is a lot of heart ache, there is also a bunch of love. Well today was the big appointment. The one where I find out if I need surgery. We started out the day shopping and got ourselves a little confused and showed up to the office about 10 minutes late. They took us back really fast, did the vitals and the pacer interrogation started. </div>
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I asked him to look and see if there was any recorded events from Friday night. The night I had 20 minute episode of severe pressure/pain in my chest and jaw. Something that has been happening more and more recently. Nope nothing. It showed a 30 second arrhythmia around 6:30 pm but nothing at 10pm the time of the episode. </div>
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And that's when I knew the appointment wasn't going to go very well. The guy took about an hour to interrogate the pacemaker. He did it said were done, unhooked me and walked out of the room. But then came back and said he needed more. He then unhooked me again and a few minutes late 'oh wait I forgot to ___' </div>
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But finally he got it all. And that's when the doctor finally came in. He told me they had to change the pacemaker settings, AGAIN! Seriously?! They've changed it at every single visit since last September! What the heck is going on? The lead that they thought wasn't sensing seems to be sensing a bit more. There was 19 recordings on the pacemaker. At the moment he says since my arrhythmia's dont last to long, he doesn't want to do anything about them. He doesn't want to add any drugs and risk putting to much stress on my liver and kidneys. And since my heart anatomy is so weird an ablation is hard to do, so he doesn't want to try when they aren't lasting long. As of right now, he doesn't want to crack my chest to replace the lead. Not yet, but it will probably end up needing to be done eventually. When? Not sure. But we just aren't there yet. </div>
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I talked to him about my severe chest pain. I told him how when I was in the ER they gave me drugs to stop my heart, and how the chest pain I've been having feels exactly like that. It's a terrible pain. So much pressure in my chest and just horrible horrible pain in my jaw. It's unbelievable. He said he doesn't think its heart related, and I'm not old enough to have angina. He thinks it might be an esophagus problem. WHAT!? How can severe chest pain like that be an esophagus problem? </div>
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As we all know I have really bad trust issues with doctors. I'm trying to trust him on this but it's just really hard. He said he will talk to my cardiologist and see what he wants. So its up to Dr Green whether to order more heart tests or get me a prescription for the esophagus problem. I'm really trying to trust them. I know they will do what they think is best for me. And I will try it, and see how it goes. I just have issues. I want to trust them fully. I don't want to have any doubt it my mind. But my doctors before ruined that for me. </div>
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Like now that I'm an adult I'm done with this. It's only children fighting CHD after all.</div>
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Can I just call a bullshit? I'm tired of parents acting all high and mighty like its only their child dealing with this crap. Well guess what, its not!</div>
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Let me say, yes I know right now some kids are going through hell. I'm not trying to belittle their journey, just like I wish some parents wouldn't belittle mine. I was once like your child. I had my first surgery at 2 days old. I've been in an out of heart failure, I almost died 3 times during my fontan. I've had seizures and I've been in a 2 week coma. I've been through hell too. My last surgery was when I was 19 because I was in severe heart failure and could die any moment. 19 - not a child. </div>
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My cardiologist told my this journey will end in a heart transplant. Not that that's really an end or a cure, its just the beginning of another journey. </div>
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I just felt the need to get that out. I at times feel I need to just leave the CHD world. I was happier when I wasn't in it. I've made some friends, but they usually leave me for another CHD parent because they "understand better." Or they leave me because I "bitch and moan" to much. Because they are doing good and don't want to know what not doing good looks like. </div>
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I get it, I'm sorry I speak the truth. I should try and make everything seem like sunshine and daisies.<br />
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So I finally got my groove back. I'm in the mood to write. I'm not sure what exactly this post will be about. I guess whatever comes to my mind. </div>
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So those who follow me on Facebook, and if you don't and want to go <a href="https://www.facebook.com/jessicasjourneywithabrokenheart" target="_blank">here</a>. Well anyways if you follow me you know I am now the proud (<b>ha</b>) <i>temporary</i> owner of a 30 day event monitor. </div>
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This thing is so freaking itchy. It doesn't help that I'm allergic to the damn stickies. </div>
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What really bugs me is how much it recorded the first day. I mean yes, it was good that it was catching my arrhythmia's but what annoyed me, was I wasn't feeling any of them! I have a lot of arrhythmia's and I thought I felt them all. To find out I don't and that I have a lot more then I ever thought, its creepy! It's disheartening. </div>
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And I swear its trying to give me a heart attack. It use to make a little beep to let me know it was recording. But when the company made me take out the battery (<b>and we lost 7 recordings.. don't get me started on how pissed off that makes me</b>) it stopped doing that. So now I have no idea when its recording, because it records what I don't feel. Yet doesn't record what I do feel and I have to press the stupid little button. But anyways, I don't know its recording so I move and it makes freaking high pitched noise that sounds like dial up internet. Which is just lovely when it happens in public. </div>
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So I have this monitor so my doctors can finally see what exactly is going on, because the stupid pacemaker doesn't want to do its job! Good thing I'm not paying the bastard. Anyways maybe they will finally listen to me when I tell them I go tachy (<b>tachycardia - fast heart beat</b>) when I brush my teeth, or do the dishes or just walk a little to fast. Which isn't normal. Maybe they will finally do something about it. What sucks though is if they do have to replace the pacemaker lead they will most likely have to crack my chest again. They told me they usually go in through a vein in the neck which takes it to the heart. Well with how effed up my heart is and how they rerouted it during surgery, the vein would take it to my lungs NOT my heart. And well we just don't want to pace my lungs. </div>
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With all this going on I've just been really angry. My pacemaker is only 3 years old!! It was suppose to last longer then this dammit! And part of me thinks that when I go back on September 5th they will tell me I do need surgery, just not the surgery we expected. To be honest I have a feeling they will say its time for transplant. And well, if I'm going to be brutally honest, I'd much rather transplant. I've had nothing but issues with my heart and pacemaker since surgery 3 years ago. I'm so done with this. I want my new perfectly whole heart. I just want to feel better! I want to be able to run, I want to chase my nephew. I'm ready to start that next journey. And yes I know its not all sunshine and roses. I know its a long hard process. I know there is a lot of pills and biopsies and rejection. I get it, but the journey I'm on right now isn't easy either. </div>
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And you know what I'm so tired of going to Salt Lake City so much. I'd just love three whole months where I don't go! I went from July 31st- August 3, I have go back down on August 27th and then back again on September 5. Please tell me that's the last time for this year! </div>
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Though this last trip was fun. We did a CHD play group in the park. </div>
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So anyways since I've been home nothing much new has happened. Except this damn monitor recording. The more recordings we can get the better. But honestly this thing is a pain in my ass. And let me just tell you there are a lot of rude people who like to stare. Its summer so of course I wear take tops and what not and its visible. I understand people looking, but what gets me are the ones who look, look away, then look back many times. If your that curious ask me about it dammit! I haven't talked to too many people because either they are just annoying or I don't want to bring them down with my angry bad mood. </div>
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I didn't even call or text my best friend about my heart monitor. I didn't want to worry her until I knew what was going on. But she's smart and she reads Facebook, so she figured out things where wrong. I woke up a few days ago to a text message asking if I was going to be okay. I said I'd be fine. She then said do you promise? I cant live without my best friend. Something along those lines. We may go months without seeing each other, or even talking. But when we do get together again, its like no time has passed at all. That's how best friends are. I hate how much this hurts her too. </div>
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This sucks, I know I'm hurting people. Yes I know I have no control over this and I know I'm not doing this on purpose. But I hate how much this hurts people. How scared they get. Me, I'm not scared. Not this time. been there done this. I'm not worried, I just want to feel better. </div>
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Is that really to much to ask?</div>
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I can tell you I would finally not be sick. I wouldn't hurt, I wouldn't get out of breath, my heart would heal, then stop beating all together, if you follow the twilight theory. </div>
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If you think of the True Blood theory, I could just drink some V juice (vampire blood) and my heart would heal! And I would get a nice little high. My senses would be better too. Like in the second episode of True Blood, I would be able to smell even the tiniest piece of moldy cheese. And brighter hair, if you follow the book. But again my heart would be healed.</div>
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I'm sure no one but myself has thought of this, because I cant imagine anyone being as weird as I. But, what happens if a a magical family has a kid with a CHD? Or any other illness for that matter? Can they heal them right away? They can mend broken bones, or even grow them back with a potion. So can they heal a broken heart? </div>
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If you turned into a vampire, you would have to give up certain things. Sleep, eating food. You'd have to get use to hunting and drinking blood. Again that is if it was the twilight version. True Blood would be nicer. </div>
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And what about being a witch/wizard like in Harry Potter? How cool would that be? Being able to do magic? Being able to heal right away? AWESOME! </div>
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I know it will never happen, but I still think it would be cool to live in a world with supernatural beings. </div>
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-- I renamed this post at the suggestion of a reader. Bucket List is a list of things to do before you die. I am not dying, I am living! Good Idea Sasha thank you!--<br />
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I've been asked many times if I had a bucket list. It's been the topic of many discussions in CHD groups I belong to so I thought I'd make one. </div>
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<b>1- Go to Egypt and explore the pyramids. </b></div>
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I've loved Egypt since I did a project about mummies in 6th grade. In 7th grade I took an ancient history class and learned more about Egypt. It would be a dream come true to see the pyramids in person. </div>
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<b>2-Pet a Shark</b><br />
Or at least see one up close and personal. I love sharks! Jaws use to be my favorite movie when I was in preschool. I was so sad when my cardiologist told me I cant learn to scuba dive. Which means no going down in on of those cages to see one :(<br />
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<b>3- Get Published</b><br />
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Well, I always thought I'd never get married. I'm honestly not sure I want to get married. I don't believe in divorce and I'd never want to be trapped. But I do want to be in a loving long term relationship. My therapist said marriage would be good for me. Ya never know. <br />
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<b>6- Graduate College</b><br />
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<b>7- Meet as many CHD warriors as possible</b><br />
I love them!<br />
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<b>8- Move out of Idaho</b><br />
yeah I know, small beans to some, but I HATE Idaho. It'll be great to move out and live on my own. <br />
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<b>9- Read all the Books on My Bookshelf</b><br />
Seriously I love reading, but I just keep buying more books. The unreads are stacking up. <br />
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<b>10- MEET JOHNNY DEPP!</b><br />
If you're my Facebook friend, or no me even just a little bit, you know I'm in love with Johnny! This bucket list item may never happen but I can dream right?<br />
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July 2009 has been on my mind a lot lately. As you very well can tell by my last few post. It was a really tough time in my life, July 2009. </div>
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I remember July 12, 2009 pretty well. We were still in Salt Lake City, my cardiologist was trying to get me back in with the Primary Children's. I really didn't want him to, I also knew he probably couldn't so we were enjoying a short vacation of sorts. </div>
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It was my grandma's birthday and we drove all over town to find an ice cream place to get her ice cream since we couldn't have cake or any sort of celebration. We even went to Olive Garden for her dinner. My first time there, EVER!</div>
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Anyways, I want to share with you a little about my Grandma Anna. </div>
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Me and her, we but heads, a lot, but we still love each other. We have a good relationship and she's been nothing but a great grand mother to me. And to all her grand kids (she has 9) and to her great grand kids (she has 12). She dropped everything when my mom asked her to come to Utah for my surgery. My mom didn't want to sit and wait alone. She dropped everything again to come to Spokane when I actually had surgery. Then again to come with us to Boise when I was going to need a cardioversion. </div>
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She's been a great support to me, and my family. </div>
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Happy 72nd Birthday Grandma</div>
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I wasn't sure how I wanted to celebrate today, or if I even wanted to celebrate it at all. </div>
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Do you really want to celebrate the milestone of the day you where told you where going to die? Yes, I made it to the half way mark. Past the halfway mark actually. Three years ago I was in such bad shape we didn't know if I would even make it three days let alone three years. </div>
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To be honest, the only way I wanted to "celebrate" this day is to go back to the doctors and say to them:</div>
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"HA! Look at me now! You gave up on me, but others did not!"</div>
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But I know that really isn't the right thing to do, but still at times, I just wish I could go throw it in their faces. </div>
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But anyways I woke up this morning deciding not to celebrate, it was just going to be another day. I just decided on saving the celebration for the 3 year surgery anniversary. </div>
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But I think God decided otherwise. </div>
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Even though it was a bad pain day, and I had to start my art reading for school, it really was a good day. </div>
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I woke and shortly after I got my first "gift"</div>
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A little girls smile.</div>
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Let me introduce you to Mady. </div>
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Mady is a 2 year old, who will be turning 3 in the beginning of August! Mady has Hypoplastic Left Heart Syndrome, she only had a 25% chance of surviving at birth. Mady pulled through and is beating the odds one heart beat at a time. Mady's mom created a facebook event asking for birthday cards for Mady. I decided she needed a little gift also, and after talking to her mom, I found out she loves to color, but didn't have any coloring books. So I went to the dollar store and got her 3 coloring books and a card. Her gift arrived today. Yes, its early, but I'm very forgetful so I did it early so I wouldn't forget, which I knew I would. </div>
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Anyway, her mom took pictures and posted them on facebook for everyone to see. Her smile brightened my day. How can making a little girl happy not make you happy? </div>
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My text message went off while I was looking at the pictures but I forgot about it until about half an hour later. It was my sister-in-law asking me if I could sit with the kids for a few minutes. I went right over and she was already gone and my mom was sitting with the kids. But my mom had just gotten off of work from a grave yard shift and needed to go home to rest. So I sat with the kids. </div>
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This was my second gift. While I was sitting with the kids, and when I went over to their house later in the evening, Chase was all about the kisses.</div>
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I was there for a combined total of no longer then 20 minutes and got about 8 kisses. That he gave willingly!</div>
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Three years ago today. Well okay, tomorrow. I'm writing this on Sunday night. Words just come to my mind and I need to write them down before I lose them. But I'll be posting this sometime Monday.</div>
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<b>July 9, 2009</b></div>
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I was sitting in a Primary Children's Medical Center exam room waiting to see the cardiologist. I had just had a bunch of blood work, an EKG and two echo's. I had also talked to the surgeon who was suppose to do my surgery the next day. Things really didn't go as planned there. I yelled, and ran from the room. Which led to a fight with my family as well. I was going a little over board because I was so upset. My brother made a good point. </div>
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He said to me "<b>You're sick yes, but you're not the sickest one here</b>" </div>
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Which brought be back down to earth, yes, I wasn't the sickest one here. </div>
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Anyways we were in the exam room, and I was wiping away the remaining tears. Waiting. The doctor came in and began to tell me how sick I was. The words "<b>severe heart failure</b>" and "<b>drop dead</b>" where tossed around. In the end, she told me I only had 5 years to live without surgery. And they wouldn't do it. She told me I couldn't call my surgeon and jackass and expect him to still do my surgery. </div>
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My brother stormed out of the room looking like he might punch someone. I began to argue I think I said something like "<b>So you're gonna let me die?</b>" But my mother asked me to leave the room, go calm Dan down. So I left the room, not really wanting to, I was angry and wanted to give her a piece of my mind. But I left. </div>
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As we were walking to the car, or well storming to the car afterward my mother told me that they gave a few more reasons after I left. She told my mom they where terrified I would have a mental break after surgery. They where scared I wouldn't follow the rules and take my medication. </div>
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Yes I know I have a temper (<i>this was before I knew about my borderline personality disorder</i>) and I knew I had bipolar disorder, but what did they see in me that scared them of a mental break. Was I really that bad?</div>
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And yes I knew there was a point in time where I gave up on taking my medicine. All I wanted was to be normal. But I was really sick now, and I know that me stopping them is what caused my heart failure. I know I was the reason I was dying. I would NEVER make that mistake again. EVER.</div>
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So we got to the car and were driving back to our hotel and I remember trying to call my cardiologist back home in Boise. But since I was out of state it had to have the 1 in front of it, so I looked at the number and repeated it, over and over in my head. I dialed and waited for an answer. I didn't even hear what the person said when they answered, I just began my tear-filled ramble. I went on and on telling him what happened, all while bawling my eyes out. When I finally finished In took a deep breath.</div>
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The guy on the other end who was quite patient and listened to my whole speech finally spoke.</div>
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We got the laugh we all so desperately needed. Poor dude had to listen to some crying chick. I apologize to whoever he is. We went back to the hotel and made a few calls. I called my best friend, or it might have been texting. Either way she talked to me, called them names with me. Agreed that it was discrimination. She made me feel better. That's what best friends are for right?</div>
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I got on Facebook and "met" Ramona. Most of you know about Ramona and how she helped save my life. But if you don't read it <a href="http://jessicasopenheart.blogspot.com/2012/07/3-years-about-girl.html?spref=fb" target="_blank">here.</a> My cardiologist finally called, I refused to try calling again, I didn't want to call another plumber. But either way he was told what was going on. He told me to stay in Salt Lake a few more days while he tried to smooth things over. When he couldn't smooth things over he got me set up with a surgeon in Spokane Washington and begged me to not call him a jackass. </div>
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Tomorrow it's 3 years since that day and so many things have changed. </div>
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Like my doctor asked me to, I did not call the new surgeon a jackass. Me calling the surgeon at primary's a jackass actually turned out to be a good thing. It saved my life. Read how it saved my life <a href="http://jessicasopenheart.blogspot.com/2012/05/how-calling-doctor-jackass-saved-my.html" target="_blank">here.</a> </div>
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My surgery was done two weeks after the doctors at primary's told me I was dying and they refused to do surgery. I was in pretty bad shape and though my cardiologist told me it wasn't anything that need to be rushed, he got me into surgery pretty fast.</div>
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It went really well. The only issues I had where plurell effusions that just kept coming back until they finally got the right dose of lasix. I lost 19lbs of water in 2 days when the finally figured it out. They paralyzed my vocal cords and everyone joked about how excited they where that I couldn't talk. But I talked so much it came back much faster then anyone thought. They also cut a nerve in my leg when going in with the heart lung machine. When I woke up my leg/crotch area was so unbelievably swollen and painful. But they got my pain controlled well and shortly the only time it hurt was when I tried walking. And it would shake so bad. But it went away fast. </div>
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I've learned so much about life these past three years. I've learned that I did need help and it was okay to ask for it. It wasn't a sign of weakness, it was a sign of pure strength. To admit there was a problem and get help it was a good thing and changed my life. I got on anti-depressants and anxiety medications. I would stay on them long enough to get better. But then I thought I was fine and would quit them. Finally I started seeing a therapist regularly and taking my pills daily. I learned stopping them just made things worse. I got my diagnosis of Borderline Personality Disorder, along with my Bipolar. Also possible ADHD. It's really changed my life. I'm happier now, and my mood swings aren't nearly as bad. The ones around me are happier too. I'm not mean to them anymore. Well not really as often, I still have my bad days, but they are fewer and far between. My family likes seeing me happy and I like it myself. </div>
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I've had nightmares and insomnia since surgery. Melatonin and The Simpson's DVDs are my best friends at night. The nightmares are less often, but they do come, and they are bad. I'm always exhausted but I've learned to live through it now. </div>
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I'm in college, online, and LOVING it. Well not this art class I'm in but in the end, I will have my associates degree. I love having that to work to. A goal. Something to work towards is just so fulfilling. </div>
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To this day I still don't know exactly why I called that surgeon a jackass. Yes he was being one, but I wasn't going to say anything. I didn't know I was saying anything until it was out of my mouth and I was halfway down the hall. I can only assume it was my dad and uncle Mitch up in heaven protecting me. You see for some time before surgery I had being "shadows" I guess you'd call it. But they where in the shape of people. I would see a shadow of a guy sitting in my dads lazy boy. And a shadow of a cowboy (my uncle was the cowboy type) leaning against the wall. I've seen each multiple times before surgery. I know some people don't believe in stuff like this and will say its just my imagination playing tricks on me. But I believe it was them. I haven't seen either since surgery. </div>
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As much as I wanted to see my father, when I knew I would die that's the one thing that was keeping me going. I was going to see him again. And as much as I wanted to see him, I'm glad I'm still alive. In the past three years amazing things have happened.</div>
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I was baptized, and I can share my story and minister to others. My nephew was born, and a little over a year later my niece arrived. Being an auntie means everything to me! I love those kids more then ANYTHING in the world. I have a bunch of new diagnosis's, but I'm learning to live my life to the fullest. I love being alive. I cant wait to graduate and hopefully go back for another degree. I cant wait to get married and adopt kids. I know God gave me this heart for a reason. And God NEVER makes mistakes. I don't know exactly what he has in store for me but I know it will be good. I know I'm going to do big things. I've almost died so many times, yet there have been so many miracles to save me. I know I'm going to do great things. </div>
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Right now that is helping CHD parents and other CHDers. I've been told I inspire them and give them hope. Maybe that's what exactly what God wants from me, maybe there's more. I'm glad I can fine out.</div>
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This post was really hard to write. Harder then I ever imagined it would be. But I knew it was time to share. The story was just in me and I had to get it out. It took me quite a while I stopped many times. A few times to wipe away the tears, once to talk to my brother, Once to turn on the fan (<i>stupid heat.</i>) Once because it was med time. </div>
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Like I said, I'll never stop taking my medications again. I've only missed a few doses, those times when you accidentally forget or the pharmacy doesn't fill things on time. Or the one time when my niece was being born and I was just so excited I left the house and was halfway to the hospital (<i>which is over an hour away</i>) before I remembered.<br />
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I do the best I can and I'm quite proud of myself. These past three years have not been easy. Not even a little bit. But the good times defiantly make up for the bad times. </div>
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<i> Me and the greatest nephew EVER! Chase David</i></div>
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<i>Me and the greatest niece ever, Alyssa Faye on 4th of July.</i></div>
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Emma and my dad share a date, just 10 years apart. I followed Emma via her moms facebook page for a long time and became close with her mom. I was devestated when word came that Emma passed away.</div>
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This is her story. Her mom asked me to make a video and I did the best I could.</div>
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Love and miss you Emma</div>
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This post has been a long time coming. I've told bits and pieces of this story, but I think its time to tell the whole thing, since I've passed the half way mark. </div>
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Three years ago this Monday, July 9th, I was given 5 years to live, and a little girl was born. </div>
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I knew I was really sick, but I didn't realize how much so. We where in Salt Lake waiting for my second open heart surgery (5th heart surgery all together). It was suppose to be the next day, but that morning I got the call from Primary Children's Medical Center saying they moved my surgery date. All because I hadn't had my pre-op testing, which no one told me I needed or when to get it. So I was angry. </div>
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My mom, brother and I got in the car and went down to get the pre-op testing done. It started with blood work and they popped a vein. I then went to talk to the surgeon. He was a complete jackass, and I told him so. Read about that experience <a href="http://www.jessicasopenheart.blogspot.com/2012/05/how-calling-doctor-jackass-saved-my.html" target="_blank">here. </a></div>
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All the while, a family I never even heard from was having there baby girl, Ramona. </div>
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I got 2 echos and was met by a cardiologist. She told me that I was in severe heart failure and could drop dead any minute. She then proceeded to tell me without surgery I only had 5 years to live, and they would no longer do the surgery. In the long run it was a good thing, but at first I was upset. I was angry. I felt like everyone was giving up on me and I would die. I decided that if everyone was giving up on me, I would too. </div>
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But then I got to the hotel and logged onto facebook to find I had a message. A man named Rudy, he found me on some CHD group, and had questions. You see his daughter Ramona was just born, with my same defect. It was then I realized I couldn't give up! I had to fight, and survive to show Ramona, and others, that their life can be amazing!</div>
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I followed Ramona's story closely and found out my surgery would be down at the hospital she was born at. Later I found out we would have the same surgeon. The man who would touch my heart, would touch hers too. </div>
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I didn't get the chance to meet Ramona before surgery, but I decided to come back to the hospital for my 1 year heart surgery anniversary. So in early July, shortly after Ramona's first birthday we finally got to meet. At starbucks. Me and her mom Vanessa got along great and she even let me hold the girl who in a way, saved my life. </div>
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My mom came with and fell in love with Ramona instantly. She was a sweet little girl who was willing to be held by everyone. She smiled and just played around while we talked. She even tried to eat my moms necklace. </div>
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We decided to do a picnic in the park the next day for CHD families. I was excited to meet tall the families, these kids mean everything to me. They let me know I'm not alone, and I do what I do for them. But I was excited to see this special little girl again.</div>
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I met 4 amazing heart families that trip (plus many more throughout the years) and it was all because Ramona made me not give up. She is a hero to me. I said goodbye and went home. I still followed her story closely and sent her gifts. And in February of 2012 I got to see her again. I decided to come home through Spokane after baby Adam's celebration of life. </div>
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So we met up for breakfast. It was a really quick visit but I was glad to be able to see her again. </div>
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Me and her mommy talked and she played with her toys and even ate! The first visit she had a Gtube so I was so proud to see her eating. </div>
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She was a little ball of energy playing under the table and talking. So different from the baby girl I held who hated grass and was only scooting around. We took so many pictures, cause she told me too. All the while her mom was telling me how she had a cath coming up in preparation for her fontan. </div>
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I love this girl, and her family. Her mom Vanessa and her dad Rudy though we haven't met yet because he's always working. Even her baby sister Ofelia. This family, and this little girl will always have a very special place in my heart. They saved me. </div>
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Thank you for letting me be a part of your life baby girl, even if it's just from a distance most of the time. </div>
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