I've been debating on writing posts about myself because I'm afraid that I'll offend someone, and that is the last thing I want to do. But if I ignore my own heart ache and make myself numb to how I feel I will just become bitter over time, and I will not appreciate my current blessings.
Let's go back to June... in June I had a normal echo cardiogram (ultrasound on my heart). My Ejection Fraction was 15%... LOWER than a year ago. I talked with my cardiologist and he scheduled me for a metabolic stress test... which I had on August 15th. The day before I went back to school. First they measure how you breathe and you have to put your mouth around this huge tube and breathe into it... I was able to do it really well once and then I gagged each time after... I actually gagged so bad I vomited. Then they hook you up to a machine and you breathe while walking on a treadmill and they slowly incline you... they are basically measuring your heart... and what type of stress it can take. I did good on this, but not great. On Thursday, September 21st I went to see my cardiologist again to talk to him about this test and about pregnancy... to this point I have had to be on birth control because my heart is so weak that pregnancy is not an option for me. We discussed this, and how my current birth control has made me gain some water weight and that I am concerned about this.
Well, let me first tell you what was said about pregnancy; my cardiologist is very blunt with me, (which I love!) and he told me that with the way my heart currently functions I have a 40-60% chance if I get pregnant that I or my fetus could die. That realization hits pretty hard for me and Jordan. We know we want a child of our own and Heavenly Father has promised us one in time. So hearing this... shattered us. Now, every time I go in to see my cardiologist I ask about pregnancy, but there was something different having Jordan there and having him hear it too.
I'll come back to that feeling, but I want to tell about how the doctors and nurses at IMC are amazing and they want me to find a high risk obgyn to discuss birth control and all my options for a family. I truly appreciate that they are so willing to talk to me and work with me. The Doctors are trying everything they can to improve my health. Even going as far as having me slowly increase certain medicine dosages to figure out if that will help.
Now, back to the fact of death if I were to get pregnant...
I have so many feelings going through me between the two biggest of me being thankful that my doctors care about me enough to not let me hurt me or an unborn child and anger of the fact that it is not fair that these people I see that I see that don't treat a child with the respect they deserve, or people that have been married way shorter time than I. Now, let me make it clear... I don't really hate any of these people and I'm not angry at them. I'm just hurt. I'm hurt that I can't have what I want so much, and that is to raise a wonderful young child of God as my parents raised me in the Gospel. I can't give my mother-in-law a grandchild even though I know she'd be the best grandma ever! I can't make my husband a father even though I know he'd be wonderful at that! I can't fulfill all my covenants that I made with God the day I was married to multiply and replenish the earth... I CAN'T! I often will tell my students not to say I can't, but to instead say I can do hard things. However, this is something I truly can't do. I'm not allowed to. If I did I could harm a life. I am trying super super hard to not be angry with Heavenly Father because He has promised me blessings, and I know in time those blessings will come, but I have to be patient. As I'm writing this and ranting about this I also have thoughts about how this will make it to where Jordan and I can save the money to buy a home, and be with each other, and make a wonderful place for a future child. For those that don't know the type of cardiomyopathy I have is genetic. There is a high risk of no matter what happens I could give it to a child. That makes my journey even rougher. I know that things will come in time, but that doesn't make the pain any easier... the knowledge that there is a child out there waiting to call me mom. The knowledge that good things will come. It doesn't make that pain I feel go away.
I sit in silence at church. I sit in silence at work. Where in both places I'm surrounded by children. I get to points where I cry to myself because I feel like I've failed at being good to my body to help my future child. Like it's my fault I never asked a doctor to scan my heart until it was almost too late. I want to blame myself, but I know that won't help me either. I pray at night to be able to sleep through the night and not be gasping for air or not have my device shock me (still haven't had any shocks). I pray to be blessed with something and be okay. I pray that Heavenly Father will help me and not let Satan drag me down. I pray for all these things because I know I need my faith more now than ever before.
I want to apologize to all of you that have read this far, and also thank you for reading as I poured my heart out. I ask for prayers and for words of encouragement along this hard journey that Jordan and I are on.
All my love,
Frances