Open Heart Living
My life with a Congenital Heart Defect and Fibromyalgia.
Heart henna box.
Thursday, October 26, 2023
What I've been up to of late.
Wednesday, July 7, 2021
I made it to 50!!!
I recently turned 50 and it's kind of a big deal. Really didn't think I'd live to see my 50th birthday. I have fought all my life, over and over, just to have more time. Time to accomplish things, time to spend with loved ones, and time to experience the best of what this body in this life can give me. This is a major milestone for me and I thought long and hard about what I'd like to say here, but I kept coming back to this post I wrote on Facebook a couple of years ago after the death of one of my Zipper Sisters.
Yesterday was difficult for the Zipper Sisters. Being a member of this group means a great deal to me, but it is really painful when we lose someone, and it happens all too often. All gone way too soon. We miss them and feel sad for their families, but those of us with complex defects who are getting up in age also feel fear. Personally, I often feel that I am living on borrowed time and that the heart in my chest is a ticking timebomb. Many of us know that we will get sicker again and need more surgeries. That becomes harder and harder to face as we age. Sometimes I feel guilty that I have lived so much longer than expected while other CHDers died young, but above all else, I feel that having a complex congenital heart defect has taught me how precious our time here is. I want as much time with the people I love as possible and I will keep fighting tooth and nail for every minute, for as long as I can. CHD has taught me to love with my whole heart and that who I love, and how I choose to live, doesn't have to make sense to anyone else. My life has not been conventional AND THAT'S OK! I don't have to justify my choices to anyone. I live with a constant ticking in my chest, if you stand close enough to me in a quiet room you can hear it. It makes me want to squeeze as much joy and love out of this life as I can. EVERY SINGLE DAY. So yeah, live and love as big and as much and as deeply as possible, folks. I love you all.
To sum it up, I am feeling the urgency of time slipping away more acutely than ever before and I am determined to get the most I can out of this body.
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?"
- Mary Oliver
Wednesday, February 6, 2019
Happy CHD Awareness Week! Scars are Beautiful, I'm not Broken, and I Still Have Some Fight Left in Me.
A few months ago I attended an ACHA NorCal Regional Conference in Berkeley and learned about Palliative Care, which should not to be confused with Hospice Care. Dr. Meadows referred me to a Supportive Care team at Kaiser South Sacramento and I got to sit down with a LCSW, MD, and RN to discuss my challenges and brainstorm about possible solutions or support. We touched on the issue of pacing and my ongoing struggle with it. I have never been good at pacing myself. I generally keep going, often aided by caffeine, until my body and my brain start to shut down from sheer exhaustion. In the past I have felt frustrated with my inability to pace myself, mainly because I thought that I was failing at something that I've been taught to be essential for good self-care when living with chronic illness. Upon further reflection I realized that my reason for being resistant to the idea of pacing was worth exploring and it dawned on me that pressure to pace myself felt like pressure to change who I am at a deeply personal level. I have always been passionate and determined to get as much out of life as possible, pushing myself is very ingrained and few things feel as good to me as getting shit done or being out in the world exploring new places. I often push myself hard for a few days and then spend several days recovering afterwards, unable to do much more than sleep and rest. The LCSW on the Supportive Care team suggested that I think about what the pay off is for this way of coping and whether it was worth it to me to continue as before, or whether it's really something I would like to change.
Change seems to be in the air so far this year and I am discovering a new understanding and appreciation of my coping mechanisms. All in all I feel that I have done remarkably well at taking care of my high maintenance body and battle weary mind. While I feel comfortable making a few smallish changes I have decided that I am not willing to try and overhaul my entire coping style. I have cut way back on coffee and am now drinking only green tea most days. I'm also making time for knitting and other relaxing pastimes. I've managed to lose 10lbs by eating out less and cooking more, and walking around on campus 4 days a week instead of the 2 days a week from last semester.
Most importantly, I have worked on my personal relationships and taken steps to change things that were no longer working for me or making me happy. Our time here is precious and I wanted more passion, adventure and stimulation in my life. I want to feel alive. I want to love my life. This is still possible for people who live with CHD and other chronic health problems. We have to work around our limitations but the effort it takes to do so is well spent.
So get out there and live big beautiful passionate lives, people! Don't let your CHD hold you back all the time, I know that it's inevitable a lot of the time and that our version of a big beautiful life won't necessarily look the same as a healthy person's idea of a big life, but we can find ways to do some of the things we're passionate about. Let's love these crazy lives of ours, come what may. Happy 2019 and happy CHD Awareness Week to you all!
Sunday, January 21, 2018
My, how things have changed! Advocacy, inspiration porn, and the joys of being a Zipper Sister.
Thursday, August 3, 2017
My life is a miracle of modern medicine and I am deeply grateful.
Friday, June 16, 2017
Wednesday, February 8, 2017
Congenital Heart Defect Awareness.
https://youtu.be/5veYTUYiTr8