To make a long story short, I feel a lot better. In fact, I feel better than I have in a very long time. Perfect? No. But I wasn't expecting perfection, just hoping for some relief and that is what I got. And that makes me happy.
I had my follow up appointment with the specialist last Wednesday, which served to remind me how thankful I am that I no longer have to drive downtown to the Medical District on a regular basis to seek medical treatment. I left my house at 1 o'clock in the afternoon and didn't get home until 6:30 that evening. All to see the doctor for five minutes to tell him that the procedure worked, mostly, and to be told to follow up with my regular cardiologist (who is on my side of town). I could have phoned in. Oh, well.
I'm not complaining, mind you. In fact, this time I had an easier time recovering from the catheter than the last time. I had much less bruising and less pain overall which is a win in my book. I had lingering chest pain for about a week after the procedure. I was desperately afraid that it hadn't worked. Granted the pain wasn't as bad as it had been, but it was still at a level that I didn't think I could continue to live with.
After that first week, I began to feel better. It felt like a vice had loosened on my chest. I could breathe freely, and I hadn't even realized that I had felt restricted before. It was like being able to completely fill my lungs for the first time. I have times when I have no chest pain at all. Most of the time I feel anywhere from 50-80% better than I have in the last few years.
I have no idea if is there is anything else to be done. I have been told that I can now go and lead a normal life with no restrictions, even with a bunch of coils and a patch in my heart. Well, as normal as be expected considering the very abnormal situations I have been thrown into.
And that, my friends, is finally a solution that makes the journey worth fighting for.
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