When we were in hospital with a heart condition: The story of our surgery
We had a heart problem in the summer of 2016 and had surgery to treat it.
The doctor suggested that we take the drugs that we’d already been prescribed to prevent the clot from forming.
However, there was a small chance that the drugs could cause the clot to rupture, so we took a chance on the heart.
At that point, we were on the verge of dying, and there was no way that we could get the clot out of the heart and into our lungs.
The doctors told us that if we went into shock, we could potentially die.
We were terrified, and it was a real risk.
That night, we watched a television show called The Walking Dead and were fascinated by how they all died in such horrific ways.
At the end of the show, the characters died.
We had all been shown how to survive in this world, but we didn’t really understand how it was possible to die in such a way.
The thought of losing all the limbs and bones in our body was chilling.
Our surgeon told us, “It’s not your fault.
You have to take the pills, otherwise you’re going to die”.
We weren’t prepared to accept that.
We didn’t want to go back to the hospital.
We couldn’t imagine what we’d do.
We could still feel the shockwaves from the surgery and the tears and the pain and the numbness from the surgeries, but that was it.
We weren`t prepared to go home.
And we were going to keep going until the hospital shut down.
The next day, we woke up with nothing but a scar and a lump on our chest.
The following week, the doctor told us we had a clot.
It was a pretty serious clot and we were told that we had to take more drugs.
We tried to take some drugs, but the doctor kept saying that there was only a chance that we would die.
And it was all too much for us.
We knew that we weren’t going to survive this.
We thought we’d have to have surgery again, but then the clot started forming again and the surgery was unnecessary.
We decided to go ahead and try to die anyway.
We took the drugs and then the heart attack happened.
I was lucky enough to survive and I still have the scars on my chest from the procedure.
The surgeon told me that the clot had already formed, so there was nothing we could do.
At this point, it was really tough to go through the surgery again.
We kept going to the same doctors, trying to figure out how to treat the situation.
We also had to keep our insurance.
I could have been treated for a lot more severe injuries than the first time around, but I just wanted to get the surgery done.
The heart attack kept happening and the clot kept forming again.
It wasn`t until two months later that we finally decided to have an open heart surgery.
The surgery was the hardest thing I had ever done in my life.
We went through a number of different doctors, but they were all trying to save my life with the same idea of “what if I have to go to surgery again?”
We had no idea what would happen.
I felt so sick and I had to have it done, but what would I do?
I just couldn`t take it anymore.
I wanted to die, and I wanted it done.
We still had to go in for a heart transplant, but it was done and we knew that I would have to wait for the surgery to be done before we could move on.
The first few weeks after surgery were very scary for me, because I was very worried about how my heart would feel.
At one point, I had my heart stopped for five days and it still didn`t feel right.
I went to the doctor and they told me to just go home and rest for a week and I would feel better.
The problem was, I couldn`te have been in a worse position.
I’d have had to wait six months for a new heart to be implanted and then have to return to the operating room every week.
I would be constantly bleeding and in a wheelchair.
I knew I had a long road ahead of me, but for the first couple of weeks I was happy that I was going to have the heart surgery again and I didn` t think about how it would affect my life and how it might affect my family.
After the surgery, I was feeling so much better.
I had no problems going back to work and I was able to see my family again.
My heart stopped completely the first week after surgery and I felt very lucky to have survived the surgery.
However it wasn` t easy being back home and going through so much anxiety.
The hospital was extremely accommodating to my family and I never had any issues getting into the building and seeing my family there.
When I went back to see them a few days after the surgery the first day I was back in the hospital