Personal experiences around kids and life in general is my genre of writing/blogging. Taking the liberty with this one to elicit a very personal health experience I recently experienced. Had my chest ripped open in my early 50’s was a rather daunting experience, one which I am now hopefully on the mend. It’s exactly one month to be precise when I went under the knife!
It all started about a year or so back, incidentally coinciding with the ” hormonal issues” women of my age undergo. Along this whole year, a lot of discomforts namely headaches, dizziness, fatigue, chest discomfort, flatulence, IBS, supposedly pitched nerves etc. ( yes, aren’t all these listed under the menopause list!) and general feeling of malaise became a regular feature. Quality of life dipped ever so often! Always knew but today endorse it even firmly, nothing and nothing comes close to sound physical and mental health..Now , I am genetically blessed with optimum BMI, my lifestyle hasn’t been abused, I walk regularly, I play a racket sport 3-4 days a week, do yoga twice and generally with school going kids, there’s a sort of rhythm and motion that’s part of my being. So , with all these multi issues getting more pronounced in the past few months, I decided enough is enough! Hormones may be on overdrive but seriously there has to be something more going on inside which needs to be addressed. A series of cardiac evaluations began , with the CT scan first throwing up mild to minor heart disease but was told that treatable very easily with medicines. Next to be more in the know of what’s going on inside, had to walk the treadmill and while I could do it effortlessly, in sprang up a positive test. With these non invasive peripherals coming out positive, a gold standard coronary angiography was the way forward! Fine, I went with the flow of the jigsaw of problems finally getting pieced! Boom, there I see my heart on their monitors with blockages of 50-80 percent. At first, it was like me!! , but then again my mind said yes, there we are inching towards why this past year has been an agony of sorts! Fine, I get an answer now! Stenting it is and well, that’s fairly straightforward..so there I go to the next step, part sedated and on the table surrounded by a lot of greenery of the cath lab, their clothing, their equipment tied in green cloths etc etc..am told will be out like in 40 mins, all stent ballooned and raring to go! Mind couldn’t have felt more calmer that phew! the problem is addressed and in 3 days, I shall be up and about, resuming my life on a fresher and brighter note and can say ” thank you very much, miss menopause, you seriously were not the only reason for all of this! ” Now here is where I am thrown a googly, on the table, surrounded by docs and hearing fumbling talks about landing site location for the stents and all of a sudden, boom! am told that some obscure 90 percent blockage, which wasn’t visible earlier is there there! Multi angle shots are captured to get this 90 percent guy who is sitting behind a bend, hardly visible but well, now spotted can’t be ignored.. so I am like you are addressing 2, then address the 3rd as well..stent it and be done but no, this one is beyond stentable limits as per medical jargon so what I see is very soon, the entire procedure is truncated prematurely and I have nothing but tears rolling down! Was looking forward to see life on the other side of these 40 minutes but now looks like 40 days and beyond and further round of talks/ discussions with the doctor fraternity! Haven’t felt more vulnerable in absorbing information as I felt in that 1 hour or so..
So next, wheeled out, folks outside only too elated that all is well that ends well and that too in record time and only I know what happened inside out there. Anyways, they were sounded off that the next step is a surgical intervention and shouldn’t be delayed..so there we go, now surgeons to step in the picture and do the thing which we all are familiar with, a B Y E P A S S , sounds has- been, but when it’s you under question, at the age that u are in, started thinking about the genes taking over( yes, maybe the moot point in my case is both mom dad have been cardiac patients).. but again, my point here in penning this is that one can smoothly sail along for the longest time, genes or no genes, with or without issues but if there are more than several tell tale signs, DO NOT DISREGARD THEM under the yarn of stress, menopause, hormones, covid etc etc. ACT! and that’s what I did. Beyond a point, it’s that gut feeling one needs to listen to no matter what friends, family, GP’s go on and on suggesting !
So then begins the crucial job of finding the right surgeon, the right hospital and the right time to go ahead with this procedure. Amidst a lot of angst and self questioning as to whether we have identified the right doctor, the date/time and logistics is decided! I now go ahead hoping I don’t quite get another surprise on the table by the doctor but well, this time around while on the table , my eyes were looking at still more green, very soon I am buzzed to open my eyes in the ICU. I have waited outside the operation theatre at an earlier instance and I know how the family has no choice but to wait with bated breath to hear that alls going well inside. This time around, I was happy to hear the vague sounds of “you are ok and alls gone well with you”. Felt reassured that alls on track though the 3 day long stay in the bone chilling, very stringent time driven and very very lonely stay at the ICU came to an end and I moved to a bright and cheerful room surrounded by familiar faces and loved ones. All in all, in a weeks time I got home to now slowly but steadily inching back to normalcy in every which way.
Guess some scars are going to be pals for life but timely action is what got me going through all of this and time itself will heal all and more with memories , not very pleasant ones though, but in the larger positive scheme of things, lasting for many many days and months to follow!
By the way , my sanity , I suppose , and whether my faculties were intact were checked like 5 times by different medical staff prior to my entering the Operation theatre by repeatedly asking me the nature of my surgery and the name of my surgeon! Like even if I wanted to not think of it, I was made to:)
Also, I wish with all the advances in the medical science, they come up with temperature controlled probes that are put on you for monitoring certain parameters ever so often! In the freezer called the ICU, those cold knobs are seriously not so sweet icing on your cold distraught body!