My story
My Journey Continues
I left the doctor’s office devastated. I was unsure how to proceed with this information, so I did what I always do work. You know that work is not the solution to all our problems. I was raised in a family where working a job was a top priority. The only thing higher was Christ as your Lord and Savior. Soon, I started to have symptoms again, and this time, I had to be hospitalized. While in the hospital, the doctors briefed me on what to expect in the coming months. It was exhausting trying to keep up with all the doctors were saying.
Just Keep Going
I was discharged from the hospital with a portable pacemaker. It would jumpstart by sending an electric shock through my body at any detection of an irregular rhythm. Ok, let me say this contraption scared my living life out. It had a hair trigger and would go off at night. Once it is triggered, you have 60 seconds to deactivate it. Also, it was killing my fashion style. I’m sure you can guess by now that I’m making excuses not to wear the pacemaker. Ok, yes, I stop wearing it by day 2. It was interfering with me going back to work.
I Can’t Keep Going
Work life became unbearable. I had to admit I was sick. I didn’t reveal anything. It took being admitted to the hospital for me to say things were getting worse. Now, I need medicine pumping through my veins 24/7 to stay alive. Ok, indeed, I was taking my situation seriously. Nope. I went back to work. I remember my sister used to call me Dora the Explorer because the medicine had to be carried in a backpack. Now that I look back, I can’t believe I continued to work under those circumstances. Eventually, my body gave up, and you guessed it, I was back in the hospital.
The Miracle
My story is not one of how the medical and doctors discriminate against women of color. My story is about how A big God is more significant than your problems. I was facing the most challenging medical condition of my life. I was told to decorate my room comfortably because I would be there for a long time. All the nurses and staff were so friendly and kind, but they all said the same thing. You will be here a long time. With every comment, my response was the same. God is going to give me a birthday heart. My birthday was only two weeks away, and I believed God would bless me with a new heart when I said I would get the same response from the nurse, doctors, and even my friends. They all would give me that lovely little smile. You know, the one that says I think you are crazy. I received the news on October 10th that they had a heart for me, and on October 11th, I was on the operating table receiving my new heart. There are two things I forgot to mention: my birthday is October 12th, and I asked God if he wanted to give me my birthday heart early; that would be fine.
My story
My Journey Continues
I left the doctor’s office devastated. I was unsure how to proceed with this information, so I did what I always do work. You know that work is not the solution to all our problems. I was raised in a family where working a job was a top priority. The only thing higher was Christ as your Lord and Savior. Soon, I started to have symptoms again, and this time, I had to be hospitalized. While in the hospital, the doctors briefed me on what to expect in the coming months. It was exhausting trying to keep up with all the doctors were saying.
Just Keep Going
I was discharged from the hospital with a portable pacemaker. It would jumpstart by sending an electric shock through my body at any detection of an irregular rhythm. Ok, let me say this contraption scared my living life out. It had a hair trigger and would go off at night. Once it is triggered, you have 60 seconds to deactivate it. Also, it was killing my fashion style. I’m sure you can guess by now that I’m making excuses not to wear the pacemaker. Ok, yes, I stop wearing it by day 2. It was interfering with me going back to work.
I Can’t Keep Going
Work life became unbearable. I had to admit I was sick. I didn’t reveal anything. It took being admitted to the hospital for me to say things were getting worse. Now, I need medicine pumping through my veins 24/7 to stay alive. Ok, indeed, I was taking my situation seriously. Nope. I went back to work. I remember my sister used to call me Dora the Explorer because the medicine had to be carried in a backpack. Now that I look back, I can’t believe I continued to work under those circumstances. Eventually, my body gave up, and you guessed it, I was back in the hospital.
The Miracle
My story is not one of how the medical and doctors discriminate against women of color. My story is about how A big God is more significant than your problems. I was facing the most challenging medical condition of my life. I was told to decorate my room comfortably because I would be there for a long time. All the nurses and staff were so friendly and kind, but they all said the same thing. You will be here a long time. With every comment, my response was the same. God is going to give me a birthday heart. My birthday was only two weeks away, and I believed God would bless me with a new heart when I said I would get the same response from the nurse, doctors, and even my friends. They all would give me that lovely little smile. You know, the one that says I think you are crazy. I received the news on October 10th that they had a heart for me, and on October 11th, I was on the operating table receiving my new heart. There are two things I forgot to mention: my birthday is October 12th, and I asked God if he wanted to give me my birthday heart early; that would be fine.
