As Jacquelyne Froeber tells
Everything happened so quickly.
In December 2022 I went back from the bathroom to my office when I felt a jerk in my chest and a strange feeling – as if I had smeared on my heart.
My initial reaction was that I have a cold or flu or worse – covid. I started breathing hard, so I asked my husband Mark to drive me home. When I got into the car, I knew that the house was no longer an option.
“Drive to the heart hospital,” I said. Of course, Mark was confused.
“One of the highway.” It wasn’t the closest hospital for us, but I remembered that there was a friend of a friend who went there when she had a heart attack.
I wasn’t quite sure why I felt led to the Heart Hospital. I have never had cardiovascular problems and have trained most days of the week. I was a 53-year-old mother with two boys in the high school and one in college and our whole family was very active. My friends often said that I was the healthiest person they knew.
But none of it seemed important in the car. When I started losing the feeling of losing my hands, I realized that I might not make it into the heart hospital. I said Mark, I loved him. “It was a great life,” I said. “Tell the boys that they were the best part of my life.”
I felt how the car turned into high equipment. “They don’t die today,” said Mark.
And all faded black.
When I woke up, I had a tube in my throat. My arms and my right leg were reserved and I had different tubes out of my body. Unpleasant does not even describe the feeling of being intubated. I felt trapped and scared – my big eyes were the only way to express my thoughts. Fortunately, the steady stream of medication helped me to calm me down.
When I got in and out of consciousness, I was aware that my best friend Jessica was there. Mark had gone home to tell our son that I had a spontaneous coronary artery section (SCAD) – a deep tear in the left coronary artery of my heart. The doctors had used a stent to restore blood flow, but my heart was too weak to pump oxygen and blood in my body. At some point, they believed that I had gone into the brain for 18 minutes without oxygen, and I was in danger of organ failure. An artificial heart pump kept me alive and the doctors said that the next 24 hours would be decisive. “If there was ever time to pray, it would be time,” Mark said to our son.
The next day, the doctors took out the intubation tube earlier than planned, and we got the good news that my heart reacted very well. The percentage of the blood that was pumped out of my left ventricle had risen from 20% to 50%. I was more than grateful and knew that I was lucky enough to be alive.
But that night there was a codeblau in the cardiac intensive care unit. “I’m,” I thought. “I die.” I wouldn’t make it. Then I heard someone say six for room. I knew I was in room for room, and it became clear to me that eight was the Infinity symbol – unlimited without limits. I divided eight by two – a holy number – to get four what the heart chakra represents in the body. That gave me the spiritual strength I needed. I knew that I would be fine.
2023
After only four days in the intensive care unit, I was released and back home. The doctors were not 100% sure why the scad happened, but I had no existing conditions or genetic dispositions that would have endangered me. However, I was a woman who is the biggest risk factor for Scad. And stress is also great.
How many women did I not fully notify what effects could have stress on my heart. I am the kind of person who is always on the road and I tried to be as healthy as possible, but I admittedly had a stressful year. Physically I thought I took care of myself, but my heart took Cortisol Hit after the goal – until it broke.
The weeks after the operation were extremely difficult for me mentally. I grew up and thought that they asked for help that they were weak – and I didn’t want to be weak. For the first time I had to rely on other people, and the way the women appeared for me in my neighborhood and in my community was profound. I received more love, support and meals than I knew what to do.
I went to the heart rehab three times a week and felt stronger every day. Every visit I was connected to a Bluetooth -KG that monitored the electrical impulses of my heart. I could see on the screen on which the line dipped – that was the sign of the damage. My doctor said my heart could never heal completely.
Two months after the incident, a group of friends flew in from the high school to see me. We spent the weekend with catching up and laughing and relaxing how only true friends could. When the weekend was over, I was a little sad, but also so grateful for our friendship.
The next day I went to the cardiac rehab and a few minutes after the training, the technology called me to the monitor. The line dip was no longer there – it was gone. My heart was healed. This is the strength to be surrounded by women who love them unconditionally.
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