I truly have a broken heart. Not just the romantic rendition of a broken heart. I truly have a broken heart. And it was recently repaired. Thank goodness there is a way to do that. It is called bypass surgery.
Two and a half years ago I contracted a virus called pericarditis. It is a virus that causes fluid to collect between the heart and the sac that the heart is carried in. I don’t know how I got the virus but I ended up with it. I had never heard of it before I got it.
A week in the hospital and I was on the way to recovery. So about 18 months ago it was suggested that I have a nuclear stress test to be sure the virus had not caused any permanent damage to my heart. I did this. I aced it. I had a great heart. No problems.
Last year, my world fell apart. I had a bad dental surgery that left me with a massive sinus infection from a puncture which led to sinus surgery and ten rounds of antibiotics to get rid of the infection. I then messed up my hip from climbing ladders while I was finishing drywall in the new house. I had to have the hip replaced.
I had a devastating relationship issue with one of my children. We were running out of money to finish the new house and the stress of that took its toll. The last straw was the death of my husband last July. Needless to say that was a major blow.
So over the winter I worked myself into an exhausted state and the virus reappeared. Who knew the virus was not gone? It was just quietly lurking in my body and jumped back up when I got so exhausted.
I went back to my cardiologist and the virus got back under control. So he suggested that I have another nuclear stress test to be sure there was no damage to my heart. I failed the test. So the next test was a heart cath to be sure the test results were accurate.
This test showed that my heart was, as the doctor put it, “a mess”. I was immediately told that I needed to have a triple bypass surgical procedure. I have a broken heart.
So I went into the hospital to have my heart repaired. This is not a scary thing. My outlook was, it is a win/win for me. If I died during the procedure, I get to see my husband right away. What an exciting thought!
If I lived through the procedure, and the odds are in the favor of this since I understand about 98% of the people do, I will know that God still has work for me to do. I will recover and get myself busy doing all the things that God intends for me to do.
I do not look forward to the poking and prodding and the pain and medications that go with surgery. But I do appreciate that there is a remedy, it seems to work for most people and I will win either way.
So here is to my broken heart. I am happy I got it repaired so I can move on to the next phase of living. God decided that he is not done with me yet. Let’s get ‘er done.