At the age of 17 you don’t think one would be concerned of something like Heart Failure, well two years ago September 9th 2016 this was what I seemed to be experiencing.
When talking or thinking of the events to follow on that night I still begin to cry because this was one of the most physically and mentally trying experiences I have had.
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♡The realization that I was dying♡
The days that were to lead up to me passing out I was much more tired, constantly blacking out when I stood up and much more along with the very serious issues I had been having with my very low weight and gut health.
On the night of Sep 9th, I got up to go to the bathroom and suddenly found myself passed out laying on the floor. When I got back consciousness I stood up and ran to the toilet and started to vomit blood. Scared and confused my very first thought in this moment was “I think I’m dying”, I then carefully made my way down the elevator of the Ronald Mcdonald House into the kitchen where my mom was (I didn’t want to be alone because I was so afraid I would pass out again if not worse)
Not long later when back up in my room I let my mom know what had happened, of course we then headed over to the ER assuming my P.O.T’s was flaring.
In the ER, they checked labs, vitals and admitted me for dangerously low potassium (might I add I had a GI appt early that morning where they had already checked potassium and didn’t call to let us know of my low potassium) I was admitted for what everyone thought would be a quick 24 hrs but once they checked my heart with an echocardiogram that was all to change.
Expecting results to be normal I was quite shocked and hysterical when the cardiologist made a visit to my room and in a very medically (confusing way) told me that I was suffering from Moderate “Congestive heart failure” shocked and tired I just cried. (we later found out the condition was due to a selenium deficiency which I have issues absorbing as well as Sepsis-Shock which I had experienced about a month before)
My 24 hr stay then turned into 30+ days in the hospital.
I can still remember how scared I was when the nurses all ran to my room because my heart monitor went crazy just from me doing something as simple as Brushing my teeth. (the doctors said that if I didn’t pass out I may not have survived even a week longer)
♡Almost giving up♡
This is what I called my hardest hospital stay, I have nearly died on more than one occasion so I know you may be thinking what would make this one so different.
It felt as though everything I loved was being torn away from me, I was missing out on life, the doctors made it where I couldn’t walk for 30 straight days without a wheelchair due to the fact despite putting calories up I was still lacking in gaining the weight (due to a Crohn’s disease flare-up)
My confidence was being skyrocketing downward, I felt disgusting and ugly because I was a walking skeleton. I thought about on multiple occasions just giving up because I questioned if what I was doing is really going to help someone.
I the inspiration to so many lacked the inspiration myself, I don’t know how to describe Heart Failure except saying a lot happened some that I still can’t talk about due to the hurt I feel from it.
♡The reason for it all♡
For so long I questioned the reason for it all, why me why did it happen. I think I finally have found what that was.
The whole experience opened my eyes to a lot, it was one of those things that really pushes you to grow-up and never take things for granted. I found out a lot in terms of who my real friends are and the importance of family.
Most important of all I learned that I can take this hurtful experience and turn it around in the most beautiful way, I will continue to follow my dream and I’m going to change this world in any way I can during my time on this earth because life is so so short.