Like most people with PH my journey began without my noticing it and it
gradually built until my old life was no more, a new one was to begin.
After going for a walk with my husband I noticed that my feet did not
want to climb the steps, they kept hitting the edges, it was just too
hard to pull them up all the way to the top. I began to find it
difficult to walk up the incline to our house. I felt dizzy and sick
and my legs were heavy.
One day after walking through the woods it just got too hard walk the
the incline back to my house. Time for specialist advice. I was
fortunate enough to meet with a doctor who had heard of, though not
seen, PH. He advised my husband to take me home, back to the UK, we
were living in Spain at that time. He said I had maybe six weeks to
live!!!!
The despair hit me like a brick wall, and, of course, we Googled PH.
Not a good plan at all. On the journey back home I cried because I
could not dress myself!, looking back I can't believe the despair and
hopelessness that hit me.
I was fortunate enough to be met at the Royal Hallamshire by my A Team,
my angels. I was told not to get out of bed, they feared a heart
attack as the right side of my heart was five times the norm. I was
told I had many tests to get through but would be pushed to them all. I
must not walk! I was immediately given a cannula in my hand and
attached to a drip pumping iloprost into my body at two minute
intervals. Then the tears began, too many to mention but I remember the
professor sitting at the side of my bed and telling me I would need a
Hickman line inserted into my body that would enable me to get out of
bed and carry on with life as best I could.
Line inserted I went home after five weeks to begin a new phase of my
life. It was hard, the things I could do before I could not now do. My
husband took over the roll of housekeeper, he also took over the roll
of nurse. He changed my Hickman pump daily and made sure it was kept
clean. My fingers didn't seem to want to work any more and my brain had
turned to mush! I remember one day thinking I would vac the house
before my husband came back from the shops and the despair I felt when I realized I could not even push the vac around. Then came a year of
adjustment and yes, I will admit of self pity. Why me, what life did I
now have! It was hard, so hard but after a year I was given more tests
after one of my six weekly visits to my hospital and how can I ever
forget the jubilation that I was to see that day.
My bed was crowded around with all my PH team. Beams were to be seen by
all. My specialist doctor was all but jumping with excitement when I
was told that the iloprost had worked! My heart was how the size of a
normal persons and my right heart catheter showed it was now 38! Now a
new journey began, one without the Hickman line and one with oral
medicines, ambrisenten and sildenifil.
It took three months for the change over to be completed and for my new
life to begin. Slowly my body adjusted to the new medication and slowly
I began to climb out of the pit of despair I had been in. Small steps,
baby steps at first. I was scared but began a regime of walking
further each day, always with someone at my side as the fear of
dizziness of collapsing was with me but I persevered, gradually I
began to feel stronger, was able to do more, was able to help in the
house, able to shop on my own, able to be my own person again.
Recently I walked my personal best on my six minute walk test of 720
metres. Some days I can walk eight miles, though in fairness five is
the norm, some days I can't do much, hence the roller coaster ride we
are on. At last I had joined the people who were responding, who were
living with ph and not letting it beat them.
I remember at the beginning of this PH journey looking out of the window
and seeing people walking, just walking and giving it no thought. How
envious I was of them and thought it would never again be me, now though
it is. I am not saying I don't get bad days, we all do but the good
far outweigh the bad. My mobility scooter has not been used very much
in the last two years, it sits in the garage and sometimes, though
rarely now it gets used. Most times my legs do the walking!
My advice would be to push yourself a little more each day. Don't set
out to do a marathon, take small steps and find what makes you
comfortable. Listen to your body, if it says slow down then do it, if
it says " I can do a little more" then do a little more.
Remember PH medications are changing all the time, research is going
strong. There will be a cure for this and I believe it will be in my
lifetime. I trial anything I am asked to trial. I want to be part of
the team that finds this cure and beats it!
Stay strong in heart and spirit. When the bad days hit remember it's a
roller coaster, the good days will follow. Remember we are a PH family
and we have friends here who can relate to everything we are going
through, my journey began in a wheelchair but I have fought to use my
body again. Fight, fight , fight and keep a good spirit within you,
believe in yourself. Most of all remember you are not alone, there are
people here who KNOW exactly how you are feeling.
You walk with
friends. Xxxxxx
Thank you for your story.
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