Thursday, December 4, 2014

Being Heart-Wise



     Part of growing in wisdom and maturity is getting to know yourself.  How am I perceived by people?  Does that match my perception of myself?  Am I authentic in my interactions?  Do I hide from people or myself?  Is it hard to be around me?
      I know I am high maintenance. 
      When it’s your own kids you call this “difficult” or “stubborn” or “strong willed”, or…”sassy” and “opinionated” and I think I’ll just stop there.
      I like to think of it as being high maintenance.  Like a sports car (hopefully not like a bratty girlfriend).  Sports cars need a lot of care to stay in top shape but are fun to be around.  Expensive but worth it if you like that kind of car. (Only the best for Josh, lol!) 


      I tend to expect a lot out of myself and when something stressful is happening in my life I like as much information as possible.  So, I pretty much love when I find a doctor who will explain things to me, and I freak out when I don’t understand what is happening to my body.  Being diagnosed with cancer was really hard on so many levels.  It devastated our finances and ravaged my body.  But it also pushed me in ways I would have never predicted in my emotional and spiritual life.
     At various times in my life I have been frustrated with pieces of the way God made me.  Frustration with yourself can be really good, it has helped me to change when I am selfish.  But frustration can also be a denial of what is, of the truth of our person, or the truth of our situation.
     Being diagnosed with a life-threatening illness removes the sense of control over your life.  I get to decide what I eat today; I decide what I wear; I decide what I read and watch and do.  Even if we live our lives in service to others it’s still our choice to serve.  But then, as we age, we start to realize there are things we don’t choose, and that suffering and death is a part of every life.  I can lean into suffering, I can agree with my eventual death and the death of all those I love, but acceptance or not, death comes.  
     I guess I’m trying to say, to see, this whole deal as learning the truth about myself, about how life really does work.  The truth is that my heart has been damaged whether I acknowledge it or not.  The truth is that we are all dying, we will all die, whether we know it or not.  I just now have a little better idea than most when I will die and what will cause my death.

     The results from Mayo?   
     The cardiologist was able to break my symptoms into 3 categories: 1. a reaction to my medication, 2. neuro-cardiogenic syncope (dizziness and fainting), 3. heart failure; the treatment of each those three things also being the opposite of how you would treat them in isolation.  Because I am high maintenance :).  Here, I’ll break it down.
1.       I am probably not tolerating the beta blocker well, but it really does help heart failure tremendously.  Of the two medications I am taking it is the most effective for reducing morbidity (significant hospitalization, non-fatal heart attack, etc.) and mortality in heart failure, literally increasing my life expectancy by more than 5 years.  So, instead of reducing my beta blocker we will try halving the dose on the ACE inhibitor, going from 5mg twice a day to 2.5mg twice a day and see if that helps my day to day side effects.
2.       Neuro-cardiogenic syncope is when your brain over-reacts to positional changes by overly increasing or decreasing blood pressure, causing dizziness, nausea, and fainting.  Normally people develop this in adolescence and have problems with fainting (syncope) frequently all the time.  This is a new thing for me.
   Which means: the doctors are not sure what is causing my symptoms.  The nerve impulse system between my brain and heart could have been effected during chemo when I had Taxol, which in addition to killing cancerous cells, is also known for causing nerve damage.  In fact, I still have some dead-feeling in the tips of some of my fingers left over from chemo.  Could be one of the drugs from chemo.  If it is, it could get better on its own or be permanent.
   The dizziness, etc. could be my brain not adapting well to my decreased heart function and isn’t changing my blood pressure right to compensate for the decreased efficacy of my heart.
   The dizziness, etc. could be a reaction to my medication, nerve damage and heart failure all playing off each other.
   Normally heart failure is caused by poor eating, smoking, sedentary lifestyle, etc. and is accompanied by high blood pressure.  In heart failure doctors are usually doing all this stuff to lower their patient’s blood pressure.  Like telling them to not eat salt.  I don’t have high blood pressure.  My blood pressure is bouncing between normal and waaaaayyyyy too low now.  And most heart failure patients are told to decrease salt because they eat the “standard American diet” which has too much salt to be healthy anyway.
   To put this into perspective 1 tsp of salt is 5.7 grams (g) of salt.  Most salt measurements on processed food talk about milligrams of salt (mg), the amount you would shake or sprinkle.  Neuro-cardiogenic syncope is treated with increasing salt intake to 10-15 grams of salt per day.  Heart failure is treated by decreasing salt to 2-3 grams per day.  I cook everything from scratch.  If I make soup for dinner I put 1-2 tablespoons of salt in for 20 quarts of soup.  If I make spaghetti sauce I put in 2 teaspoons for 12 servings (2 dinners).  I need to increase my salt intake to 2-3 grams per day.
   I have been drinking decaf coffee because heart failure patients shouldn’t have too much caffeine.  I didn’t know this is because caffeine makes already high blood pressure worse.  Nothing like getting told to drink more coffee! :)  Twice a day at least!  I’ll add regular coffee to my second breakfast mwahahah!
   Anyway, I now have a full page of things to try to help my body regulate my blood pressure better, and in general, increase it.
3.       The chemo damaged my heart and set the stage for heart failure but it didn’t pull the trigger and this is good news.  My pregnancy with Matthew and the blood volume increases and stress on the heart, that healthy hearts handle just fine, was what likely triggered the start of my heart failure.  This is good news because on medication my heart has recovered some of its function!  My heart function isn’t up to normal for me or for the general population but it is up.  The cardiologist gave me a 30% chance that I will recover full function.
   I specifically asked, “So, if I recover heart function to ‘normal’ does it mean I don’t have heart failure?”  The answer, “Unfortunately, no.”  What is does mean is that I go from New York Heart Failure Association class 2 (symptomatic chronic heart failure) to class 1 (asymptomatic chronic heart failure). 
   The Mayo cardiologist said, “You can live forever with class 1 heart failure.”  So I asked, “Forever, like forever? Or like, what?”  He laughed, not unkindly, “Sorry!  Forever in heart failure means up to 20 years.”  We talked a lot with him about this, really just learning the truth about my heart, about life and death and mortality.  Josh and I were worried my heart was following the path of many former chemo patients and that I would have a few years left at best.  Instead, my heart will probably follow the course predicted for stage 1-2 by the Seattle Heart Failure Model developed by researchers at the U of W.  Using the Seattle Model 50% of folks in my shoes will have passed by 13-14 years, almost all by 20.
   If I can keep the heart function I now have recovered or recover back to “normal limits” with medication then I have a great chance of living the next 5-10 years.  I will probably feel fairly good for those 5-10 years as long as I slow down a lot.  No running up flights of stairs.  I need to get back into shape with shorter distances (2-3 miles only) and I may not be able to run those miles.  And we need to really look at our life.  He wanted us to seriously consider hiring someone to do the deep housekeeping (not financially possible for us now) and stop homeschooling (He came from a family of 6 kids, so this wasn’t said with any sort of baggage about big families being horrible) so that I can rest during the day if I need.  We will be looking at trying to change our life style in the future to try to hold off a heart attack or major hospitalization for as long as possible.  I will probably feel really good, that is, feel really good until I don’t.

     I am grateful we are learning the truth about my heart.  I am going to trust this news is the very best thing that could happen for our family.  I am 36 years old.  There is a good chance I may die before I am 50 years old (13-14 years is the point at which 50% of stage 1-2 heart failure folks will have died).  No I am not trying to be fatalistic, I’m just trying to acknowledge reality.  We are fortunate we can plan and change some things in our life; some folks who die at a younger age don’t have any warning.  I still may not live that long, or I may live 20+ years, or we may experience a miracle, but either way Josh and I are being invited by God to live like I am dying.  I’m not just passing through, I’m going to live intentionally. 
     As my heart dies it will physically get bigger and bigger, and even though that is part of the problem, I’m going to use it like a metaphor.  I’m going to get as healthy as possible and love hard and savor life and keep embracing the truth about myself.
    

Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Mayo: not just a sandwich spread



     Being diagnosed with a serious heart condition changes a lot of things, one of them being the lengths to which Josh and I will go to get medical care that we can trust.  My (previous) cardiologist thought I was nuts for even considering driving to Florida “just” to get another opinion.  But Mayo isn’t just the name of that white stuff you put in potato salad, or if you are my mother, all over your sandwich. 
     Mayo is also the name of 3 hospital centers across the States.  The first Mayo Clinic was opened in Rochester, Minnesota in 1863 with the start of Dr. William Mayo’s practice there.  Dr. Mayo was then joined by his two sons in the 1880s.  As the Mayo family’s dedication to their patients, collaborative approach to knowledge, and love of innovation and the advancement of the science of medicine drew in too many patients to serve, the Mayo family asked other doctors and scientists to join them.  The Mayo Clinic in Rochester has consistently been voted the best hospital in the country by both patients and practitioners over the 150 years they have been in service.
      Integrated, patient centered care is how the Mayo family made their name in medicine and is still the core of the values held by all of the Mayo Clinics: Minnesota, Arizona and the one we went to in Jacksonville, Florida.  If you moved across the country, were then diagnosed with a life-threatening illness and having difficulty finding medical care you could trust what would you do? 
     I’m not always brave but I am consistently stubborn.  I struggle with anxiety if things just don’t make sense to me.  Why am I experiencing heart failure?  What does this mean for my life expectancy?  Am I dying?  If I am expected to live a few years, a decade, until I’m 80, then how does heart failure change the way I will experience that life?  Will I be sick the whole time?  What is happening to me?
     I guess I also struggle with really high expectations of doctors.  I mean, why go to all that school, why choose a career taking care of people if you aren’t dedicated to, well, caring for people?  So, I hear Mayo Clinic and I think, maybe the doctors there won’t patronize me, and maybe I could trust in my care instead of fighting for good care, and maybe, just maybe, we will get some answers.
    Worth a 5 ½-6 hour drive to me.  Unless you drive down on the Sunday after Thanksgiving.  Then it needs to be worth an 11 hour drive, but, whatever.
     That feeling of a Father’s tender care?  An acquaintance-level person from Josh’s work opening their home to us, 20 minutes from Mayo in Jacksonville, when we can’t afford to stay in even the cheapest hotel.  That same couple buying us dinner Monday night.  We don’t even know them.  Gas at $2.39-2.79 per gallon over a really long drive.  We made a trip from Greenville to Jacksonville with no money in our bank account for the cost of gas, coffee and $3 all-day parking.
  That feeling of hope exploding across your chest?  Passing the entrance with the big stylized marble stones emblazoned with: “patient care”, “research”, “education” and entering the Davis Building connected to a huge hospital and the patients there don’t look afraid.
     We checked in on Monday morning really early; Josh, Matthew and I making a tour of registration just after 7 am.  I had the second appointment of the day with our cardiologist.  The minimum time the doctor spends with each patient? 45 minutes.  Yep!  Not 15 minutes while looking at his watch, 45 minutes and gave us his personal cell number as we were leaving in case we had more questions with the instructions, “Use it, don’t abuse it!”  There was a long waiting room-like couch in each exam room.  All the staff smiled with their eyes.  The doctor was waiting for us as we entered the exam room. 
     Can Mayo open a center in Greenville?