Lately I wish I had never heard of Cowden’s Syndrome. Everything usually comes back to Cowden’s Syndrome.
My AVM is very large.
The insurance company has a nurse call every three months to check on my progress. They sent me a digital to keep up with my daily weight.
I had a phone appointment with a dietitian to help with the low salt diet. I had help finding out about heart failure.
I had an appointment with the cardiologist Monday morning.
I have been going to him since 2007. He reminds me of Dave with a slight southern accent.
Over the years I’ve found out he is one of the top heart doctors at Cleveland Clinic.
All appointments start with seeing the nurse first. When she was finished she paged the doctor.
Every time Dr T walks in with Hay Hay, how’s it going?
He asked lots of questions.
This time I had some different questions for him.
In March the procedure I had worsened the pulmonary hypertension.
The pulmonary hypertension is now sever. I wondered how sever? Was it really that bad.
I expected Dr T to tell me it wasn’t that bad.
He said I was doing really good considering in 2007 they didn’t expect me to live another year.
Dave is still upset over that.
Now I don’t like hospital, never did. There are much better things in life than to have all kinds of doctors appointments.
Anyone who knows me knows I have a high tolerance for pain. When I want to schedule an appointment for a procedure on the AVM I have to be really hurting.
In 2007 long before Cowden’s Syndrome ,losing around 45 pounds, colon cancer and everything that goes with it Dr T want me to have procedures on the AVM every six months.
That was not always possible.
My other question was can the vascular surgeon help me anymore? Is the AVM to large for any relief? Dr. T said the vascular would talk about it.
She is really close to not being able to help me any more. I had missed my scheduled follow-up appointment with Dr S.
So we left Cleveland Clinic in shock. I am grateful to still be around. Lately I have been concentrating on what I can do instead of what I can not do anymore.
That’s where art my come in. This past weekend I was successful in managing my pain and had a great time watching the Cleveland Indians
win with my brother and family from out-of-town. Dave is talking about another cruise. WOW is right around the corner. This year I will have a better decorate bra
and be able to attend the dinner. I am continuing to learn more about pulmonary hypertension. So to quote a friend I have only met on-line, I will “keep swimming.”