Who Knew?
Who Knew? When first diagnosed with cardiac problems, many people ask, “Who Me? No… ” My version of the question “Who me?” was “Why Me? ” – until the day my Mom asked, “Why NOT you?” I hadn’t thought of it that way. I went into the hospital because of a bout with “asthmatic bronchitis” that I just could not shake. I never imagined it might be a heart problem (neither, I guess did my former primary care physician). I’d had a full cardiac work-up in October and been declared “heart healthy.” Talk about shock… Who knew? Just two days after my admission, a doctor (I didn’t know him at the time, or that he was a cardiologist) came into my room and, totally ignoring me in the bed, told my husband Gary that my heart was barely functioning and that without a transplant, I would not make three months. My response was a giggle, a nervous giggle. Partly because I was certain the doctor was in the wrong room, and partly because I genuinely felt terrible for the actual patien...