Yesterday was not one of those days.
I drove to Cleveland for a series of appointments. Aside from the regular checkup, I was there to determine the course of action for my atrial fibrillation. After about four months in it, I was cardioverted in July. Two and a half weeks later, I received a call from my electrophysiologist's office letting me know that I had once again gone in to A Fib. How did they know? Magic. Well, sort of. Because I have an ICD/pacemaker implanted, the device reads what my heart is doing. On my nightstand, I have a machine that reads it and sends periodic updates to my doctor electronically. They received an alert over that weekend that I had gone back into A Fib. Magic indeed. Because I was not able to stay out of it on my own, the next likely course of action is to put me on a medication that will help keep my heart rhythm normal for a longer period of time. Stay tuned for when that will occur. It is not urgent, so it will be at my convenience.
But that is not why the reality of what lies ahead hit me. I had a long time between appointments and after I met with my cardiologist and LVAD team, they asked if I would be willing to speak with a patient who was considering the possibility of receiving an LVAD. I had been asked to do this once before and, like then, I was happy to do so. Having an LVAD is cumbersome, but it need not be crippling. I have tried to stay as active as possible and I think I've been very succeful in keeping the limitations of having the LVAD to a minimum. I know there are many people who hate having to wear their heart pump. I look at it as a great gift.
After explaining my experience to this man, his doctor came in. It was the same doctor who told me I needed an LVAD last September. He did not have the same news for this man. He told him he didn't want him to have a pump, but that he was going to need to go straight to transplant. This means he will not leave the hospital without a donor heart. I felt a little awkward speaking to him about this and then telling him, "ok, now disregard all that." I continued to talk with him for a few minutes and as another team of doctors came in to talk to him, I left him with the assurance that I would be praying for him to receive a donor heart quickly.
After a couple of more appointments, I decided to visit the 5th floor at Cleveland Clinic to do some exercising in the Cardiac Rehab facility. I saw several "old friends" from my stay there last year. My social worker, one of my LVAD nurses and one of the floor nurses who was so great when I was recovering from my surgery all came by. I also met a man who was the first patient at Cleveland Clinic to receive a full artificial heart. He seemed to be doing very well considering his surgery had been less than a week prior. He is another man who will not be able to leave the hospital without a new heart.
I know many people wonder how long I will have to wait for my new heart, but I know there are many people who are in much more dire need of a new one than I am. I am very happy, relatively healthy and have been given the blessing of time with my LVAD. I know my time will come, but my prayer will always be for those who need it most receive their special gift of extra life.
Thank you as always for your support and prayers