03-11-2016, 07:54 PM
Recent article from the Washington Post. You may have seen it already, but if not:
"She thought it was only a 24-hour bug. What she really had almost killed her.
https://www.washingtonpost.com/national/...story.html
By Sue Palmer March 7
âHe saved my life,â said Sue Palmer of her husband Tim.
In my years as a prosecutor, I saw plenty of violence, including many deaths. Some were accidental, but some were the work of killers, even serial killers. I have always been fascinated by serial killers. How do they choose their victims? How is it that they can take a life so easily? I studied them, tried to understand their behavior. None of that prepared me for the day I met a serial killer of a different sort â a medical one with the ominous name âthe widowmakerâ â that had come for me.
On Tuesday, Jan. 13, 2015, I suddenly became wide awake at 5 a.m. I lay in bed with my eyes open for maybe a minute, thinking, âHmm, this is weird,â and then, âI feel kind of funny.â Within about 30 seconds I rushed to the bathroom and threw up. I felt very cold and climbed back into bed with my husband and snuggled back under the covers. A minute later, though, I knew I was going to be sick again. I figured I was coming down with a virus, but it was strange how suddenly it had come on.
My husband, Tim, was concerned. He sat beside me, felt my cold, clammy forehead and said I just looked so pale. Then he whispered, âLetâs go to the emergency room.â I laughed. âWhy?â I asked. He replied, âYou could be having a heart attack.â
Timâs father had died of a heart attack at age 64 after feeling the classic stabbing chest pain and heaviness in the chest that you always associate with a heart attack. But that wasnât me. I was 46, I just had a bit of a bug, probably a 24-hour thing. I just needed a little rest. Tim wouldnât have it, though.
And so 30 minutes later we walked into the emergency room at the Vanderbilt University Medical Center, where half-jokingly I said, âMy husband thinks I may be having a heart attack.â
Fast track at the ER
If you want to get past the first stage at the ER quickly, that is the way to do it. They walked me directly to the back and told me to have a seat. They brought over a portable EKG machine and hooked me up. When the results came back a few minutes later, the ER doctor said, âHmm. Well, it appears to be a little abnormal, but itâs hard to believe youâre having a heart attack.â âI know,â I said, rolling my eyes and feeling embarrassed.
He asked me a bunch of questions. Nope, I donât have chest pain. Nope, I donât smoke. Nope, my cholesterol is normal. Nope, I donât have any history of heart problems in my family. I exercise regularly. I eat well. I have never had a surgery or even been seriously ill. Gee, I have never even had an IV. Iâm super healthy. He commented that I look healthy, am not overweight, in good shape. He decided to do another EKG in 10 minutes or so.
A bit later, with the results of that second EKG in her hand, a nurse looked at me and said, âThings are going to start happening really fast. In a couple of minutes there are going to be a lot of people in this room, moving very fast. I donât want you to be scared.â I said, âOkay.â I wasnât scared. I still felt fine and, as far as I knew, all was well. I didnât feel sick anymore, or even funny.
The next thing I know, I was on a gurney with tremendous activity around me. One person was pulling off my clothes, another was sticking a needle into my left arm, another into my right arm. There were at least four other nurses and doctors moving around fast, doing I donât know what. At that point, I started to cry. Suddenly I was scared.
The name sounds frightening, but this cardiac event is named for good reason. Here's a look at some of the early warning signs of "the widowmaker" heart attack. (YouTube/Lee Memorial Health System)
From my right came a gentle voice. I looked over to a man in a white coat, who took my hand. âMy name is Dr. Fredi. I am the boss of all these people. We are going to take you upstairs and see what is going on with your heart,â he said. âIf there is something wrong, I am going to fix it. Iâll treat you just like a member of my own family.â I said, âOkay,â Tim gave me a kiss and, in a flash, I was off.
They took me to a big room where everything was white and there were bright lights, a lot of medical equipment and a bunch of people in scrubs. At least thatâs what I recall. I remember people telling me, âDr. Fredi is the best, and he will take good care of you.â Then I was out.
Stopping it in its tracks
When I awoke, I was in a different bed in a different room. Tim was there. He told me that I had had a major heart attack, that I was in the process of having it when we went to the hospital, and that Joseph Fredi, an interventional cardiologist, had been able to stop it in its tracks. He literally stopped the heart attack while it was happening by suctioning out a blood clot and putting two stents into my right coronary artery through a tiny hole he pierced in my right wrist.
Fredi had taken me into the catheterization lab and determined that my right coronary artery was 100 percent blocked, and the center artery, called the LAD, was 70 percent blocked. LAD blockage is the problem they call âthe widowmaker,â because it is the most frequent source of sudden death. It kills a lot of people, including âSopranosâ star James Gandolfini and newsman Tim Russert. (Comedian Rosie OâDonnell survived hers.) Doctors say itâs a true serial killer.
Plaque had ruptured in the wall of my right coronary artery, which caused the clot to form and can produce the sort of nausea that made me throw up. That was my only warning sign. If I had gone back to sleep that morning, as I had wanted to, I may not have awakened, and if I did, there probably would have been devastating damage to my heart. As it was, I had no damage.
When I sat down to write this story, I wondered where it should end. I guess the most important thing I can tell you is how it didnât end. Heart disease is the No. 1 killer of women in the United States â with nearly 300,000 deaths a year â but I survived this serial killer. I just passed the one-year anniversary of my heart attack. I took a nuclear stress test the other day. My heart, Fredi says, looks perfectly healthy. There is no sign of scar tissue, and Iâm able to lead an active life doing anything I want.
Hereâs what saved me
My good health is due to one thing: early intervention. Because my husband got me to the hospital so fast, Fredi was able to save me and save my heart. So my lesson is this: Donât think it canât happen to you. Just because youâre young and healthy, because you donât smoke or drink, because you work out and youâre thin and you eat well and youâve never had any medical problems and you have no family history, donât think that you canât have a heart attack. You can.
They are still not sure what caused mine.
I would tell you to trust your instincts â except in this case my instinct was to chalk up my symptoms to something else and to worry about whether the doctors and nurses would think I was crazy. So Iâll say donât trust your instincts, if your instincts are to wait and see what happens. When you just donât feel right, donât ignore it. Fredi says that 9 out of 10 women with my symptoms would not have gone to the hospital. I wouldnât have gone either, if it werenât for Tim.
Many women have no chest pain, no tightness, no pain in the arm or jaw until it is much too late. Many women suffering a heart attack simply âdonât feel right,â just as I did. So if that happens, donât ignore the feeling and donât worry about someone thinking youâre crazy. Get yourself checked out. The worst thing that happens is they send you home and tell you youâre fine. You can live with that."
Palmer is an attorney in Nashville, TN.
"She thought it was only a 24-hour bug. What she really had almost killed her.
https://www.washingtonpost.com/national/...story.html
By Sue Palmer March 7
âHe saved my life,â said Sue Palmer of her husband Tim.
In my years as a prosecutor, I saw plenty of violence, including many deaths. Some were accidental, but some were the work of killers, even serial killers. I have always been fascinated by serial killers. How do they choose their victims? How is it that they can take a life so easily? I studied them, tried to understand their behavior. None of that prepared me for the day I met a serial killer of a different sort â a medical one with the ominous name âthe widowmakerâ â that had come for me.
On Tuesday, Jan. 13, 2015, I suddenly became wide awake at 5 a.m. I lay in bed with my eyes open for maybe a minute, thinking, âHmm, this is weird,â and then, âI feel kind of funny.â Within about 30 seconds I rushed to the bathroom and threw up. I felt very cold and climbed back into bed with my husband and snuggled back under the covers. A minute later, though, I knew I was going to be sick again. I figured I was coming down with a virus, but it was strange how suddenly it had come on.
My husband, Tim, was concerned. He sat beside me, felt my cold, clammy forehead and said I just looked so pale. Then he whispered, âLetâs go to the emergency room.â I laughed. âWhy?â I asked. He replied, âYou could be having a heart attack.â
Timâs father had died of a heart attack at age 64 after feeling the classic stabbing chest pain and heaviness in the chest that you always associate with a heart attack. But that wasnât me. I was 46, I just had a bit of a bug, probably a 24-hour thing. I just needed a little rest. Tim wouldnât have it, though.
And so 30 minutes later we walked into the emergency room at the Vanderbilt University Medical Center, where half-jokingly I said, âMy husband thinks I may be having a heart attack.â
Fast track at the ER
If you want to get past the first stage at the ER quickly, that is the way to do it. They walked me directly to the back and told me to have a seat. They brought over a portable EKG machine and hooked me up. When the results came back a few minutes later, the ER doctor said, âHmm. Well, it appears to be a little abnormal, but itâs hard to believe youâre having a heart attack.â âI know,â I said, rolling my eyes and feeling embarrassed.
He asked me a bunch of questions. Nope, I donât have chest pain. Nope, I donât smoke. Nope, my cholesterol is normal. Nope, I donât have any history of heart problems in my family. I exercise regularly. I eat well. I have never had a surgery or even been seriously ill. Gee, I have never even had an IV. Iâm super healthy. He commented that I look healthy, am not overweight, in good shape. He decided to do another EKG in 10 minutes or so.
A bit later, with the results of that second EKG in her hand, a nurse looked at me and said, âThings are going to start happening really fast. In a couple of minutes there are going to be a lot of people in this room, moving very fast. I donât want you to be scared.â I said, âOkay.â I wasnât scared. I still felt fine and, as far as I knew, all was well. I didnât feel sick anymore, or even funny.
The next thing I know, I was on a gurney with tremendous activity around me. One person was pulling off my clothes, another was sticking a needle into my left arm, another into my right arm. There were at least four other nurses and doctors moving around fast, doing I donât know what. At that point, I started to cry. Suddenly I was scared.
The name sounds frightening, but this cardiac event is named for good reason. Here's a look at some of the early warning signs of "the widowmaker" heart attack. (YouTube/Lee Memorial Health System)
From my right came a gentle voice. I looked over to a man in a white coat, who took my hand. âMy name is Dr. Fredi. I am the boss of all these people. We are going to take you upstairs and see what is going on with your heart,â he said. âIf there is something wrong, I am going to fix it. Iâll treat you just like a member of my own family.â I said, âOkay,â Tim gave me a kiss and, in a flash, I was off.
They took me to a big room where everything was white and there were bright lights, a lot of medical equipment and a bunch of people in scrubs. At least thatâs what I recall. I remember people telling me, âDr. Fredi is the best, and he will take good care of you.â Then I was out.
Stopping it in its tracks
When I awoke, I was in a different bed in a different room. Tim was there. He told me that I had had a major heart attack, that I was in the process of having it when we went to the hospital, and that Joseph Fredi, an interventional cardiologist, had been able to stop it in its tracks. He literally stopped the heart attack while it was happening by suctioning out a blood clot and putting two stents into my right coronary artery through a tiny hole he pierced in my right wrist.
Fredi had taken me into the catheterization lab and determined that my right coronary artery was 100 percent blocked, and the center artery, called the LAD, was 70 percent blocked. LAD blockage is the problem they call âthe widowmaker,â because it is the most frequent source of sudden death. It kills a lot of people, including âSopranosâ star James Gandolfini and newsman Tim Russert. (Comedian Rosie OâDonnell survived hers.) Doctors say itâs a true serial killer.
Plaque had ruptured in the wall of my right coronary artery, which caused the clot to form and can produce the sort of nausea that made me throw up. That was my only warning sign. If I had gone back to sleep that morning, as I had wanted to, I may not have awakened, and if I did, there probably would have been devastating damage to my heart. As it was, I had no damage.
When I sat down to write this story, I wondered where it should end. I guess the most important thing I can tell you is how it didnât end. Heart disease is the No. 1 killer of women in the United States â with nearly 300,000 deaths a year â but I survived this serial killer. I just passed the one-year anniversary of my heart attack. I took a nuclear stress test the other day. My heart, Fredi says, looks perfectly healthy. There is no sign of scar tissue, and Iâm able to lead an active life doing anything I want.
Hereâs what saved me
My good health is due to one thing: early intervention. Because my husband got me to the hospital so fast, Fredi was able to save me and save my heart. So my lesson is this: Donât think it canât happen to you. Just because youâre young and healthy, because you donât smoke or drink, because you work out and youâre thin and you eat well and youâve never had any medical problems and you have no family history, donât think that you canât have a heart attack. You can.
They are still not sure what caused mine.
I would tell you to trust your instincts â except in this case my instinct was to chalk up my symptoms to something else and to worry about whether the doctors and nurses would think I was crazy. So Iâll say donât trust your instincts, if your instincts are to wait and see what happens. When you just donât feel right, donât ignore it. Fredi says that 9 out of 10 women with my symptoms would not have gone to the hospital. I wouldnât have gone either, if it werenât for Tim.
Many women have no chest pain, no tightness, no pain in the arm or jaw until it is much too late. Many women suffering a heart attack simply âdonât feel right,â just as I did. So if that happens, donât ignore the feeling and donât worry about someone thinking youâre crazy. Get yourself checked out. The worst thing that happens is they send you home and tell you youâre fine. You can live with that."
Palmer is an attorney in Nashville, TN.
BA.SS: TESU '17
AA.LS, with Honors: CC '16
CHW Certification: CC '15
ΦΘΚ, Alumna Member
"It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop."― Confucius
B&M University: '92-'95
CC: '95-'16
CLEP: A&I Lit; '08
DSST: HTYH; '08
FEMA: unusable at TESU
IIA: Ethics & CPCU; '15
Kaplan: PLA course; '14,
NFA: 2 CR; '15
SOPHIA: Intro Soc; '15
Straighterline: US History II, Intro Religion, Bus. Ethics, Prin. Mgmt, Cult. Anthro, Org Behavior, American Gov't, Bus. Comm; '15
Study.com: Social Psych, Hist of Vietnam, Abnorm Psych, Research Methods in Psych, Classroom Mgmt, Ed Psych; '16
TECEP: Psych of Women, Tech Writing, Med Term, Nutrition, Eng Comp I; '16
TESU: BA.SS Capstone course; '16
Ended with a total of 170 undergrad credits (plus lots of CEUs). My "I'm finally done" thread
AA.LS, with Honors: CC '16
CHW Certification: CC '15
ΦΘΚ, Alumna Member
"It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop."― Confucius
B&M University: '92-'95
CC: '95-'16
CLEP: A&I Lit; '08
DSST: HTYH; '08
FEMA: unusable at TESU
IIA: Ethics & CPCU; '15
Kaplan: PLA course; '14,
NFA: 2 CR; '15
SOPHIA: Intro Soc; '15
Straighterline: US History II, Intro Religion, Bus. Ethics, Prin. Mgmt, Cult. Anthro, Org Behavior, American Gov't, Bus. Comm; '15
Study.com: Social Psych, Hist of Vietnam, Abnorm Psych, Research Methods in Psych, Classroom Mgmt, Ed Psych; '16
TECEP: Psych of Women, Tech Writing, Med Term, Nutrition, Eng Comp I; '16
TESU: BA.SS Capstone course; '16
Ended with a total of 170 undergrad credits (plus lots of CEUs). My "I'm finally done" thread