{"id":625,"date":"2007-03-29T13:09:57","date_gmt":"2007-03-29T18:09:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.yuriar.com\/wp\/?p=625"},"modified":"2007-03-29T13:09:57","modified_gmt":"2007-03-29T18:09:57","slug":"cheaper-then-therapy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/yuriar.com\/katp\/2007\/03\/29\/cheaper-then-therapy\/","title":{"rendered":"Cheaper than therapy."},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I love writing. I love scrapping, but more and more I&#8217;m beginning to believe that writing is my first and best creative outlet. So often when something is bugging me, I find that after I write about it, I&#8217;m ok. Must drive my email buds nuts, cuz I&#8217;m constantly pouring out my soul into and email, and then five seconds after I hit SEND, I&#8217;m fine.<\/p>\n<p>So here goes some therapy.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m scared. Scared that what happened to my Dad will happen to me. It&#8217;s called <a href=\"http:\/\/www.4hcm.org\/WCMS\/index.php\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy<\/a> (HCM). In layman&#8217;s terms, the heart muscle thickens, making it hard to pump blood, putting excess stress on the muscle, or restricting blood flow. It can lead to an irregular heartbeat, or even &#8211; as in Dad&#8217;s case &#8211; sudden death.<\/p>\n<p>I know much of what I&#8217;m feeling is still shock and grief over my father. It&#8217;s a lot to deal with. I almost feel as though I&#8217;ve been handed a death sentence. And I haven&#8217;t even been tested yet. Hindsight what it is though, I am about 95% certain I&#8217;ve got this. Those years in high school, best shape of my life, and still, I couldn&#8217;t get up and down the b-ball court more then twice without practically falling over. The dizzy spells, the shortness of breath just from taking the stairs, the random chest pain every now and then&#8230;. all symptoms pointing to HCM.<\/p>\n<p>The HCM itself doesn&#8217;t scare me too much&#8230; There is no cure. Yet. This is one of those things, like <a href=\"http:\/\/www.yuriar.com\/wp\/?p=26\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">bicornuate uterus<\/a>, that is rare only because it is not looked for. Estimates say it is possible as many as 1 in 500 have this brand of heart problem. And scientists are looking for ways to nail down the specific genetic mutations that cause HCM. I know there are drug therapies, and surgeries, and ICDs which can all help prevent the worst symptom, sudden death, if the HCM is caught early enough. And although I am not looking forward to the fight I have on my hands with the military version of &#8220;Hillary-care&#8221; known as Tricare, I will fight it. Not just for myself, but for my babies, since this is inheirited, and one or more of them WILL have the disease.<\/p>\n<p>What scares me most, is the very real possibility that I won&#8217;t be here to see my daughter walk down the aisle. That I won&#8217;t be around to bounce my grandkids on my knees. What will my kids remember when they look back and think of mom?<\/p>\n<p>I go through moments of panic. Moments when I feel the need to gather them up in one big collective hug. Moments when I feel like this is my last moments with them, and I wonder how will I ever be able to teach them all that the will need to function in this world. Moments when I just want to lock the door and cry, so that they won&#8217;t see me break down. Moments when I feel the need to write out all the pain and fear. Moments when panic grips me, and I begin to fear for how DH and the kids would cope without me.<\/p>\n<p>Then there are moments when I am fine. I can take a big breath, and realize that God is in control, of me and my children. Moments when I am at peace. Moments when all is okay.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I love writing. I love scrapping, but more and more I&#8217;m beginning to believe that writing is my first and best creative outlet. 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