I am a Heart Attack Survivor
Before my heart attack, I ate right, chased my children and maintained my weight.
I worked in a busy laboratory setting.
I walked. I loved being a mom, wife, vegetarian and healthy. I’d been to the doctor to get a physical for insurance. Everything was perfect, absolutely no red flags.
On March 14, 2011, I started my day as any other day. I got up and got everyone ready for their day. I fed the dogs and went to work. It was a cool day and I needed a jacket.
I had skipped both breakfast and lunch and was tired all day.
Still tired after work, I picked up the kids and went shopping. When we got home, I asked the kids to put away the groceries because I was exhausted. I got up to feed the dogs, and my back and stomach hurt so badly I fell to the floor and complained of what I thought was the worst gas known to mankind.
I vomited and thought, ‘Now I feel better.’ Then I went upstairs, brushed my teeth and thought, ‘Gosh, it’s hot.’ I went to sit in the sunroom, and my 9-year-old son, Naeem, said, “Mom you’re having a heart attack; we have to get you to the hospital.”
“No honey, I’m just tired.”
My stomach and my back still hurt. The children called my husband, Robert, at work. He wanted us to go to the hospital just for good measure.
At the hospital I was told I was having a heart attack and that women’s symptoms are different. Our bodies tell us what is going on, but because we are nurturers, we don’t pay attention.
Four years out, I am enjoying life. I have four stents and I feel great.
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