The beginning

 I was born November 1976.  It didn’t take very long for doctors to discover there was something wrong with my heart.  Months into life, it was discovered I had a rare heart defect called Trunkus Arteriosis.   Feel free to google it if interested.  

In 1976 this was one of the many heart defects that doctors just didn’t know how to fix.  Even the best doctors in the world just did what they could to buy some time for the little heart warriors until science gave them new tools to fix what was wrong.

Doctors opened me up at a few months old, did what they could, closed me up and handed me back to my parents with the advise to love me as I probably wouldn’t see my first birthday.

Doing some research…in 1976, there were 11 known cases of Trunkus.  Four of us lived.  I’d love to know of us 4, how many are still alive today.

I had my second surgery in 1986.  Surgery was done two days prior to The This would be my corrective surgery.  Basically science had advanced and they could do more than just rubber band my heart together.  Chances of survival was 40%.  I will take that bet and raise you 60%.  

Being the first surgery I remember, there were some memories that really stuck with me.

I would go on to have two more surgeries.  One in 1996 and my last in 2009.  Although I knew I would have to have another one due to the heart valve not being my original one, I thought I’d make it longer.

I guess my body thought different.  Now that the back story is taken care of, let the fun begin.  Hope you enjoy my blog.

Summer

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