Heart of the matter

You wake up one day, go for a run. Feed the kids, do some laundry then kiss everyone goodnight.  You wake up the next day and find out you have a heart defect.

That’s exactly how it happened…

I’m no different today than I was last week, but for some reason..I feel different.

I usually don’t bore people with what’s going on until I know what’s going on, but I have this strange feeling that once we get into it, I will want to use less words and focus more on healing thoughts.

So, I’m telling you.

Last week my Dr. found a heart defect. (Wolff Parkinson White Syndrome)  She found it by accident.  But it’s a GOOD thing!  That’s what Patrick keeps saying.  :))

It’s a heart surgery, “NO BIG DEAL”  That’s what my Dr. says.

Patrick has decided to call it a heart procedure.  Not a surgery.  I’m wondering what to call it.  I like the idea of calling it the “no big deal”. Less menacing than procedure or surgery.

Anyhow, this is where I am right now.

 Answerless.

 I still have to meet with the cardiologist.  I’m assuming that a “no bid deal” won’t be his first plan of attack.

As my highly active imagination plays it over and over and over again, I see the Dr. making me take more tests, I see him offering me medication, I see me asking 740 million questions.

Cuz, It’s MY HEART and all…

 My Heart! REALLY!!  Couldn’t I just get tennis elbow or something normal???? 

Ok, I’m done.  Just needed to flip out for a second.

I’m back.

 I will be perfectly fine.  Because they found it.  It’s a 95% success rate for the surgery.  I’m not concerned about getting better.  I’ll get better.

Actually, I’ll be better than I’ve ever been (I’m assuming)  Since I’ll no longer be defective.

Am I thrilled about a “no big deal”? Notsomuch.  I don’t even like getting my eyebrows waxed.

This week I have tests on Thursday for other things, which I know will be just fine.

When I know anything I will post it here, that way I won’t have to make 20 calls and blabber about it repeatedly.

Honestly, thank you to my friends and family.  It’s an odd bit of info to swallow in such a short period of time. Thank you for your calls and hugs and love.

 And if I cry just saying hello, it’s not because I’m sad.  I’m in processing mode, for some reason, the tears help me process and they just fall out unexpectedly.  I can’t help it, so dontfreakout.

  1. Charissa |

    OMG. I’m calling you. Love.

  2. Jacqui Bowman |

    I’m so sorry to hear…. although- Love heals. And you have an abundance of people who truly love you, and you also give so much love, and are so full of love. NO worries. With all of that love, you have better odds than most people, plus with the 95% rate, Kid I think you are good to go! (I hope you cracked a smile… lol)

  3. Cheryl |

    Actually surgery should only be as a last resort Cassie. Check out this website: http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmedhealth/PMH0001206/. Don’t forget, the number 1 “Heart” hospital in the country is the Cleveland Clinic. It never hurts to get a second opinion there if you feel you need one.
    I’m praying for you kiddo!

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