The next day after my prior post, I finally said , "Enough is enough." and called my MD who said he wanted to see me, straight away. So my ever faithful friend and I took off for the "Land O' Goshen" to see Dr D.
Dr. D listened it my story, then put his hand on my arm and said, "Don't worry Cynthia, we'll get you through this." I was startled. Alarms went off in my head. What could possibly be so wrong as to warrant Dr D's "special statement" reserved for only my most life threatening illnesses??
Dr D then sent me upstairs to get an echo...then I understood. I had had these shivers and sweats once before in my life---when I had endocarditis. The technician chatted as she did the echocardiagram and then the doctor told me to go and sit in an adjoining room, where I could hear everything. The tech said, "There is something definitely suspicious ...I would say it's a positive test..."
The cardiologist came out and told me that he thought I had endocarditis. Still I pooh-poohed the idea (I've been hanging around my husband too long). The cardiologist admitted me into the hospital straight away. The next morning a TEE (trans-esophageal echocardiagram) confirmed the diagnosis...I have endocardititis of the pulmonic valve.
So I've been here in the hospital since last Wednesday...and today is Monday. I should probably make it home by Wednesday of this week...I will be gettin g a PICC (Pronounced "pick") line probably later today. This is an intravenous tube that runs from midarm to your heart through which a person can give themselves infusions of medication. I will be needing 6 weeks of medication. Two medicines, three times a day.
That's not the bad news though.
The bad news is that I will not be likely able to take anymore medications for my arthritis....because it was likely due to the fact that my immune system is suppressed from the Enbrel I was taking that I've been having this plethora of infections. Because my rheumy does not wish to play Don Quixote by battling death, well, I will be fighting these windmills of disease and pain, all on my own....standing right behind my shield of faith and sharpening my skills with my sword--God's Word...so no, not so alone. My Lord comes with me. And when I stumble, He will pick me up.
Frightened?
Yes. As I imagine Jesus was in the Garden of Gethsemane; terrified.
But knowing that this is the road God has for me to walk....so I will trust him to give me the strength to do so. And my spirit cries, "Lord if there is any other way...."
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