This post has been an ongoing edit since my 1st SCADiversary and whilst it hasn’t been difficult to write, it has been a little harder to press the publish button.
This time last year I was fighting the biggest battle of my life after suffering a Spontaneous Coronary Artery Dissection and Heart Attack. My heart was broken and my family were hurting. With some fantastic medical care, plenty of love, careful healing and prayers, I am here! As I sit and reflect, much has happened and changed. I have turned 43, I have grown as a person, learnt to respect my body and it’s new ‘normal,’ become more aware of my surroundings and what is important and not.
My 1st SCADiversary was a little emotional however, I am pleased to say it didn’t consume my day. I enjoyed a sleep in, a touching message from a dear friend, a hot cup of tea, supervised the kid’s online school, baked bread, made a phone call to my Cardiologists office, a long facetime chat with my mum and a day spent with my family.
I made the decision early in the morning that I wanted to call my Cardiologists to acknowledge their part in my SCADaniversay – it was another healing process. Not wanting to interrupt their morning and I also knew it would make me emotional, I asked the receptionist to pass on a message to both, the one who initially saved my life and the one who kept me going after surgery. I thanked both of them and also the amazing medical team at the hospital. I am very aware of the part these amazing experts played in my surviving. My phone was on silent whilst a went for a walk and took a shower – to my surprise I had a message from Dr Katripati expressing his gratitude for my call (they don’t get many to say thank you).
My health is a priority that I don’t take for granted. I am aware of every twinge or ache that radiates from my chest and heart. I listen to it, I let my body rest when needed and I although I have a strong urge to sometimes try and push it a little harder – I don’t. I have come to understand that at least once a month, my chest aches and I get super tired. I feel my pulse in my right wrist each night as I lay down for bed, why, because there was a couple of months where I could not feel my pulse in this wrist – now it’s my comfort.
My goals for the next 12 months, keep writing, keep learning, keep growing, educate and push for other’s to be their own advocate when it comes to their health, especially those who are younger, healthy and experience heart issues, share my experience with anybody and everybody who will listen. The more that SCAD is talked about, the more awareness the medical world has, the better care and understanding there will be.
My husband and kids have been amazing, they have been patient, supportive and have taken on so much. They all have a fierce Aussie sense of humour and this provides many laughs (often) at my expense. I will never be able to take away the pain and concern that they experienced or the burden of worry they still carry but I will make sure they know that I love them without a doubt everyday.
I want to thank those that are near, dear and far for the amazing and unwavering support you have shown our family this year. The ones that continue to send messages, ask questions and generally just to check-in – we appreciate it so very much.
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