The next day after my prior post, I finally said , "Enough is enough." and called my MD who said he wanted to see me, straight away. So my ever faithful friend and I took off for the "Land O' Goshen" to see Dr D.
Dr. D listened it my story, then put his hand on my arm and said, "Don't worry Cynthia, we'll get you through this." I was startled. Alarms went off in my head. What could possibly be so wrong as to warrant Dr D's "special statement" reserved for only my most life threatening illnesses??
The cardiologist came out and told me that he thought I had endocarditis. Still I pooh-poohed the idea (I've been hanging around my husband too long). The cardiologist admitted me into the hospital straight away. The next morning a TEE (trans-esophageal echocardiagram) confirmed the diagnosis...I have endocardititis of the pulmonic valve.
So I've been here in the hospital since last Wednesday...and today is Monday. I should probably make it home by Wednesday of this week...I will be gettin g a PICC (Pronounced "pick") line probably later today. This is an intravenous tube that runs from midarm to your heart through which a person can give themselves infusions of medication. I will be needing 6 weeks of medication. Two medicines, three times a day.
That's not the bad news though.
Yes. As I imagine Jesus was in the Garden of Gethsemane; terrified.
But knowing that this is the road God has for me to walk....so I will trust him to give me the strength to do so. And my spirit cries, "Lord if there is any other way...."