There's a funny little thing about death...
In July, 2002 I got the shock of my life. I discovered that heart attacks are the leading killers of women. In fact, 8 million American women live with heart disease. One in two will die of a heart attack.
I found out firsthand. I was having some chest pains, back and shoulder aches, nausea and dizziness. But I ignored the symptoms and continued with my busy schedule.
Then one afternoon when I finally took a minute to rest, I felt tightness in my chest and back. For a tiny moment I considered it might be a heart attack. I sat and waited for the wave of pain and nausea to past. My skin felt clammy. The pressure in my chest increased. It felt as though a huge wall of cement was sitting on my chest.
Heart attack? No, I assured myself. No one in my family ever had serious heart problems.
Suddenly, I knew I was going to vomit and I crawled into the bathroom. As soon as my stomach was empty the pain went completely away. I had three more of these events within the next two or three weeks. Like aftershocks that follow an earthquake, they were enough to finally get my attention.
My cardiologist suggested a heart catherization. His diagnosis was "unstable angina at rest." The decision to do the heart cath made me more than a little nervous, but I assumed that these tests are simple. They do this procedure several times every day. But I still worried anyway...
The cath lab seemed surreal to me. I was lying there on the table trying to hold my fear in check and be cooperative. They gave me an injection to calm me down. The doctor talked to me through the procedure as he examined my heart. He explained that my left artery was perfect and my heart was strong. "In fact," he said "I don't know why we are wasting our time. I am entering your right artery now" and that was the last thing I heard him say.
Suddenly I was aware of the staff rushing around me. All I could focus on was the intense severe pain in my chest. I felt as if I had been slammed chest first against a brick wall. Tears slipped down my face and into my ears. I could feel them spill out of my ears and drip to the floor. The skin on my chest was searing with pain. I swear I could smell melted plastic. I was freezing and I felt like I was trying to crawl up and out of a very deep hole.
"Do you know what happened?" I was asked. They were the experts and they were asking me?!
The doctor spoke to me softly and slowly. He explained that I had a 30% blockage in my right artery. When they inserted the probe and the dye, the blockage increased to 70%. My heart stopped! Not once but three times! They applied the electric paddles to revive me.
As they completed the procedure, a technician asked me what I was thinking. As the tears dripped silently to the floor, I whispered "I didn't get a chance to say goodbye!"
The good news is that the blockage is only 30%. The great news is that it can be reversed with diet, exercise and medication. Today, my heart rate is perfect. My doctor assures me that with a healthy lifestyle I may live a long life.
What is the most important thing I can tell you? If you think you may be having a heart attack, call an ambulance or get to a hospital as quickly as possible. And do your homework. Get all of the information that you can find about women and heart disease. Your doctor will give it to you or call WomenHeart or go online at www.womenheart.org.
The scariest part of all is some women experience no pain or symptoms during a heart attack. I'm lucky. My experience wasn't fatal. I'm very fortunate and thankful that it will be a long while before I have to say goodbye.



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