If there is one thing that drives me bonkers as a health advocate who believes in universal health care for all, it is knowing the benefits of certain welfare decisions in recovery from procedures, especially when involving the heart.
Think about it, you have surgery to your heart. I purposely did not use the word major, because any surgery to the heart is major, and traumatic. Yet, when it comes to the aftercare, a patient will fall into one of two categories, and there really should be only one. Should a patient undergo cardiac rehab after a heart surgery? Does a patient really need cardiac rehab?
It really should not be that hard. The answer to both questions should be “yes.” And yet, many patients get told they do not need cardiac rehab, or will not benefit from cardiac rehab. An almost automatic pass on cardiac rehab will come based on “youthfulness.” Having gone through cardiac rehab three times (yes, I have had three heart surgeries, qualifying for cardiac rehab each time), I can confirm with 100% certainty, I did not fit in with the demographic of other participants, averaging the age of 70 to 75 years old.
I was definitely told “no” following my open heart surgery back in 2008. And it was clearly laid on my youthful age of 42. I did what I do best, and advocated for myself, and was able to participate in cardiac rehab. My other periods of rehab following my other two heart surgeries were approved easily.
Here is why cardiac rehab is so important. First, you need to understand, any procedure to your heart, whether bypass, stent, valve replacement, or even transplant, is TRAUMATIC! While the issue may have been repaired, the heart is still fragile as a patient recovers. A patient should not expect or attempt to just return to normal activities, especially when it comes to working out. But if you are young, chances are pretty good, that will be the only reason you are not referred to cardiac rehab.
In cardiac rehab, the patient is connected to a heart monitor, where a nurse follows your heart and vitals on a screen while you work out on several pieces of equipment over a time period. A trainer, supervises you and creates a beginning work out plan, and over time, and depending on the results on the monitor, increases your efforts to help you restore physical fitness. And a nurse also walks around, at least once during the session, taking your blood pressure to relay back to the nurse behind the monitor screen. At least my last two rounds of cardiac rehab, I have had three people not only making sure that I recovered at a safe and healthy pace, but that my body was accepting the efforts as well. I have personally witnessed a patient being told to stop, because something on the monitor indicated something was wrong with him. And he was taken to the hospital. You do not get this kind of care, if you are left to your own efforts. And if you push too hard too fast, the end result could be tragic.
As far as I am concerned, there is only one reason not to do cardiac rehab. As it is expensive, of course, insurance is definitely helpful to be able to afford it. But then, this is where I believe in universal medical care for all. Everyone should have this critical recovery option available.
After two years, I think I have finally figured out what life for me after the Covid19 pandemic will be like, but more importantly what it is really about. Like all of the other outbreaks that I have had to deal with over my cancer survivorship, it has been the unknown of Covid19 that made it more difficult to deal with and live during the times of Covid19.
Fully vaccinated, and having followed the mitigation recommendations for the last two years, I know for a fact, I have avoided a direct Covid19 exposure. And at no time, did I have to sacrifice freedom or liberty, nor did I ever live in fear, that ridiculous false trope. But it is after all of this time, I have come to realize that it is not even about the divide between those that deal with reality, and those that do not.
The biggest thing we, as human beings, with supposedly such developed minds, were told, we HAD to wash our hands and we HAD to cover our mouths and noses when we sneeze or cough. We HAD to stay home if we were sick so as not to make anyone else sick. Forget the topic of Covid19 for a second. We had to be told to do these common sense things that we were likely told as children. And why were we being told to do these things, not just because of the unknowns of the current crisis, but because too many of us have forgotten common sense. And because of that, then came the mandates, being forced to do the things mentioned above. But I do not want to get lost in the weeds with a different topic.
We spread germs, that is what we do. Like the photo above, I know my father and my grandfather always carried handkerchiefs, or as I called them, “snot rags,” for obvious reasons. They were gross pieces of cloth, kept in their pockets, when needed for use, and after being used, to be used again, and again. That’s right. They would blow their knows into the hanky, and then stuff it back into their pocket. What does the average person do with a tissue after blowing their nose? Right. They throw it into the trash. But not the snot rag. It just got shoved right back into the denim incubator of his pants.
Not just men are guilty of this, but so are women. In the purses of women, especially older women, are “old” tissues that after getting used, get shoved back inside the purse, perhaps to be used again and again.
As a child, there was a pretty good chance, you would be victimized due to your runny nose, of either reaching into their pocket or purse, and pulling out a “snot rag,” using it on you, and shoving it back into place for the next time.
As an adult, I had one particular experience when flying. I keep pretty much to myself as it is, no desire for small talk with strangers. But one flight, was an elderly woman sitting next to me, who clearly liked to talk. No sooner had she sat down, she turned to me and said, “soooooo… where are you headed? Is it for business or for…” She never finished her question because right at that moment, she let out a good hacking of her lungs, coughing directly at me, her mouth uncovered. Several days later, you guessed it, I came down with whatever that lady had, and eventually others in my family would get it from me. Fortunately over the last several years, I have minimized these experiences.
Here we are, two years dealing with Covid19. We now know how to diagnose it. We have vaccines to prevent and protect us if exposed so that the infection is not severe enough to put us into the hospital or worse, die from Covid19. We have legitimate treatment options for those diagnosed early enough. And then, we still have the mitigation recommendations, the common sense, wash your hands, and cover your mouths and noses.
There are really only a few things that I have not done since the pandemic and subsequent recommendations were made. Go to movies and concerts, and fly to see my mother. Over the pandemic, my daughters have been to visit with me, with the strictest of precautions, and they have remained safe as always, now fully vaccinated themselves.
An experience to my local grocery store however, quickly made me aware, that it may be quite a while, if ever, before I go back to attending concerts, movies, or anything densely populated. I witnessed two events, the second nearly making me vomit. The first was a boy walking with his parents, asking when he would be allowed back to school. The mother had explained to him that he had “three more days” and reminded him of a classmate who had a similar experience. In other words, this child was supposed to be quarantined for ten days, yet was out with his family, and unmasked, potentially spreading Covid19 to anyone within close proximity inside the store. Now for the worse story. If you are eating or drinking, stop.
In front of the pharmacy counter, a woman was standing. She arched her back and quickly reared forward, expelling a loud sneeze. No mask. Her hands were by her side. Clearly, whatever came out of her nose, was now blasted all over the shelves, counter top, and floor in front of her.
Do you see my point? Common sense. We know how to get through Covid19. But while we keep trying to convince each side who is right and who is wrong, taking political or conspiratorial sides, we have actually crossed 800,000 American lives lost, that clearly did not have to die, especially once the vaccines became available.
The Eagles are one of my favorite classic bands to see. And when I saw the advertisements come up for this particular tour, playing the entire Hotel California album, I really thought this would be the moment, I would finally get over my hurdle of avoiding concerts.
Up until this point, I have been content watching video streams of concerts and movies, and really, there was no reason to change this behavior. My food was better, cost less, no traffic, and I was in bed at the most, half hour later. It is not about being squashed shoulder to shoulder in seats to enjoy a concert or movie experience. I would use external speakers to give more volume, and I had the best seat in the house every time.
And then I remembered, the snot rag, the tissue in the purse, the contaminated kid not following quarantine rules, and of course, clean-up in aisle 5 in front of the pharmacy.
I have never been a fan of big crowds even without a pandemic, but am less thrilled with them now. But it is not because of Covid19, or whatever else comes down the road. Rather, the common sense that so many seem to lack. But hey, I don’t want to impose on anyone’s freedom to blow their germs wherever they want. So I take it upon myself. And I do still get to enjoy all the things that I want. Better yet, I stay healthy.
And for those that love that false trope, that is not living in fear, that is living smart.
If you are lucky enough to be healthy, it is likely you have never had to worry about doctors more than perhaps an annual physical, treatment for a cold, or a vaccination. Chances are, if this is your situation, you would be more likely to go to the appointment with the relationship established as you being just the patient, and the doctor or nurse are the ones who know what is best, and you just accept whatever it is that they recommend. With the exception of the one little blip I had over 32 years ago with Hodgkin’s Lymphoma, I was rarely any challenge for my family doctor except for a seasonal allergy shot.
Once you cross over however to one of the more complex health issues such as severe injuries or chronic illnesses, there are two paths you face, and depending on the severity, it might just make a difference.
For examples, you suffer a broken arm, the doctor tells you that he will set it, and put it in a cast. Pretty cut and dry. You are the patient. You believe what the doctor is saying. And that is that.
Even when faced with something as serious as a diagnosis of cancer, the patient will always put their trust in the doctor. After all, we expect that with them having those important initials after their name. As long as we remain text book, we get diagnosed, treated, and recover.
But what happens when a page gets ripped out of the text book, and the doctor makes decisions based on everything, minus that one page, only to become a “likely” possibility as opposed to a firm diagnosis. Worse, when the situation is so unusual, and everything checks out, especially for someone “your age,” and there is nothing more that can be done, you are still adamant that something is wrong. You are no longer just a patient. You must become an advocate, your own advocate.
What does “advocate” mean? Coincidentally, a memory just popped up today in fact, and it is a great example.
This was a post I wrote nine years to the day. By this time, I had become well aware of the various health issues I face from my cancer treatments for Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. I was dealing with my second case of pneumonia, this time “double”, just nine months after a previous case of septic pneumonia. I am aware of a frequency among Hodgkin’s survivors, that those who develop pneumonia, develop multiple cases. But it only made sense to want to make sure I was at least mostly cured before releasing me from the hospital.
The hospital did release me the next day. I went straight to my family doctor who confirmed that I did still have pneumonia and took over my care from there, but agreed I would have recovered more quickly and thoroughly receiving the high dose antibiotics necessary through IV.
Advocating. It means sticking up for yourself when you think, feel, or know something is not right, and fighting for yourself. Have your ever heard a comment about a “bricklayer versus an engineer?” The engineer is assumed to be the smarter one with all the college experience and knowledge, yet it is the brick layer who has the hands on experience and knowledge. Which is more valuable? The engineer has no problem telling you that he does. The brick layer does not even give it a thought, just does what he must.
I have several causes that I advocate for, in general, adoption, health care, and cancer and survivorship. I advocate for myself, and for others. I am lucky that I have the teams of caregivers that I do, that I do not need to express myself as much, and why? Because I am included in the discussions that involve my care. But talk to me as if I am only a patient and have no say, we are going to have a problem.
However, with some of my issues, sometimes my advocacy, can make me go from my own best advocate, to my own worst enemy, especially when it comes to any of my multiple cardiac issues. I count on my doctors to explain to me clearly, everything that is at stake. I count on my doctors to make sure that if they have not gotten through to me, try again. Hopefully, time does not run out. And fortunately, this situation does not happen often, though admittedly it has on a few occasions.
As a certified “peer to peer” counselor in cancer for over 30 years, I have never given medical advice to a patient. No doubt, I have learned a lot about cancer, the different experiences, but the one thing I have never done, is told a patient what to do, especially override what a doctor wants to do. There is a huge difference between being an advocate for yourself, and delaying a decision that could cost you your life. In situations like this, time is often of the most importance. But if you find yourself in a difficult health crisis, and time does allow, then you can advocate yourself, to learn as much as you can about your situation whether it be by research or a second opinion. As long as it does not result in a negative outcome because of the efforts, then that was a good thing. That is what being your own advocate is about.
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