i first learned that i had survived a heart attack several years after my pregnancy, when i sought help for heart palpitations that came on suddenly one day, while watching cartoons with my young son. i went to see my family doctor — blood work didn
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t show anything of concern, but several ecg tests picked up an irregular heart rhythm. i was given a heart monitor, the wearable device that can detect heartbeat irregularity and track how often it
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s happening. at the time, my family doctor was retiring, and the process of moving my medical file to a new doctor had slowed down the diagnosis and the search for answers. by the time i came face-to-face with a cardiologist, more than seven months had gone by.
i thought that an appointment with a specialist would finally lead to a diagnosis, but unfortunately, the cardiologist didn
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t seem to know what he wanted to do. i didn
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t want to take any chances with my health, my father had had a quadruple bypass surgery more than two decades earlier, so i pushed for something more conclusive. every time a test came back either normal or inconclusive, i asked
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hat other tests are there left to do?”
the cardiologist ordered an echocardiogram, which showed that the lower left chamber of my heart was beating at just 35 per cent, but shockingly, his only advice was to wait another year, to see if anything would change. my husband and i pushed for further testing, and after an angiogram, it was revealed that i had angina [a symptom of coronary artery disease]. suddenly, the burning sensation in my upper back and numbness down into my arms, which had previously been surmised to be thoracic outlet syndrome, made sense. all along, it was never a muscle issue, but rather a symptom of heart disease.