Admitted

Admitted ~ Fighting Daily with Heart Failure pt. 2

I wasn’t sure what to think. I’m numb by the news. My husband, Jon, didn’t know what to think either but was very reassuring that everything was going to be fine. The cardiologist on call came in and began the bombarding of questions. Has anyone in your family had heart failure? Have you been treated for heart disease? Has anyone in your family had heart disease? The answer to all of the questions were “No.” He left the room to go and consult with his team.

The nurse came in and said, “You have family waiting outside.” I said. “I do?” We had only been in the room for 15 minutes. I knew my husband had contacted his family to let them know what was going on and to start praying but I was pleasantly surprised to see his brother and his wife waiting outside of our door. This was the beginning of the support we were going to need. We filled them in on what the Dr. said and we began to pray. The fearless confidence had begun.

The cardiologist came back into the room  and said they are going to admit me into the hospital. They are going to do some tests and start me on some IV meds that should help in restoring my heart function. Because I was healthy and not on any mediation, they had to start with very small doses of the medication cocktail. I spent the first night asking to raise all the windows and turn the air up. I was so hot. Nurses ruled out high blood pressure and were sure it was just a reaction to something new.

Next, the team needed to do a right heart cath to check the heart pressures and blockages. That was my first angelic visit.