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Years ago, before we were diagnosed with PAH, it was the same old story.
I was treated for angina several times, I had periods of being sob (thatís short of breath) and in the hospital four times for pneumonia.
The break-through came when my PCP wrote an article on PAH for the hospital annual report. I took this book to his office and said, ďThis is meĒ. I had all the symptoms and no one put them together. He sent me to a cardiologist who did a right heart cath. He said my pressure was 80. I asked what does this mean. He said you have PAH. This was a shock to hear, I had a disease that was not curable.
All my adult life had been full of activities. I had joined the Army Reserves at the age of 32. Two times I went to Africa on mission trips. I went to horse shows with a horse I had trained. Now I was tied to oxygen and 5í long tubing 24/7.
The pulmonary doctor put me on Letaris 5 mgs and I did well. Walking 30 minutes slowly but still walking. My portable tank gave me 6 to 8 hours of freedom. My long tubing in the apartment made it possible to get my house work done.
Then I noticed I was getting tired out and short of breath. My walking went down to a crawl. They increased the Letaris to 10 mgs. I expected to have a medical turn around but it didnít happen. Now I increase my 02 to 4 L and I am feeling much better.
Two Fridays a month I help with arts and crafts at the local nursing home. I visit shut-ins. This month I spent a week helping with Vacation Bible School.
There is a lot you can do to keep your spirits up, and feel better about yourself. You just need to look around.
I am an OR nurse. The highlight of my 32 years was holding a human heart. Not many people can say that!
Bonnie Specht (age 71) - July 2014
Hi, my name is Jody and I am 31 years old and was diagnosed with Pulmonary Hypertension on August 17, 2010. I also have a son who is 10 years old and is my whole life. I am a single mother. My life has changed in ways that I never thought possible. I can remember everything that I have been though since that dreadful day. Like many people I had no idea what PH was or how severe it could be.
Jody, PH Fighter - March 3, 2012
An angel has her wings. Our dear phriend Jody Lynn Dawson passed away on May 24, 2014. She was on the transplant list and waiting for a new set of lungs. Several days prior to her passing she developed pneumonia.
MY LIFE BEFORE AND AFTER PAH DIAGNOSIS - Deanna Modzelewski
For as long as I can remember, probably since high school, I have always hated stairs and walking up hills. I was always out of breath by the time I got to the top; I thought I was just out of shape. There were other signs too. I played basketball in high school but always felt like I could never really keep up with the team. I went on to college. Walking across campus I would get out of breath especially walking up the small hills to the dining hall, etc.; again I thought I was out of shape. My friends never seemed out of breath or tired. After college, I had an apartment on the second floor. By the time I walked from my car up the stairs to my apartment, I was always so short of breath. But again, didnít think anything of it. I kept telling myself I needed to exercise (but never did). That was in the late 80ís and early 90ís. Was this a sign of things to come? Did I have PH back then? I donít know and probably never will, but it sure makes me wonder.
My PH Story ~ David J. Grady
On June 13, 2008 I went for a routine physical exam. Everything seemed fine until I heard the Doctor tell the Nurse he thought the EKG machine was broken after my test. I knew then the machine was fine and something was wrong. I was given another test and I then met the Doctor in his office. He told me the EKG test showed the right side of my heart was abnormal compared to the test 2 years ago. He was not positive but thought I might have Pulmonary Hypertension. My Journey with PH had just started.
During the past 18 months I was short of breath at times and had a nagging dry cough. I have a slight case of asthma so those meds were increased. I was given breathing tests which I passed with no problem. When I had my physical I learned the right side of my heart was dilated and he explained PH to me. He tried to reach a cardiologist to get me in but since it was Friday afternoon the Doctor had left for the day. My Doctor said he would make an appointment for me to see the cardiologist on the following Monday. I had a lot of questions but thought of them as I was driving home (in a daze). I could not go back to work as a Police Officer, a job I have had since College (18 yrs). How do I tell my wife? How do I provide for us? What is the cure for this (ha ha I didnít know; give me a break)? I drove to work and explained I needed to be off work until I had some further tests. I did not know it would be my last day as a Police Officer. Everyone at work was very understanding and then I drove home.
I then went and looked up PH on the internet. I soon learned my life was changing and how serious PH is. I thought I was going to die in a couple of years after reading some articles on the net. I did not know anything about PH and did not know who to talk to about my condition. It was a very long weekend to say the least.
The following Monday I met with the cardiologist and had an echocardiogram done. Neither the Doctor nor the Nurse seemed really concerned and I thought my weekend of worrying was stupid as I drove back home. I was told I would get a phone call with the results. The next morning I received a call from the Hospital asking how soon I could get there for a cat-scan. My wife was going to work and said she would take me. I said Iím fine and just go to work. I knew my weekend of worrying was not wasted as I drove to the Hospital. I had a cat-scan and had to wait for the Doctor to review the test. After two hours I was told to come back tomorrow for a right heart catheterization. To say I was in shock is to put it mildly. I had to keep up a brave face but I was really scared.
I had a 4:30 pm (I still remember the time) appointment and had to be there by 3:00 pm. I walked in and all I saw were old people (no offense to anyone just my experience). I was 43 at the time and brought down the median age to 60; just kidding. As I walked in with my wife an older guy said good luck kid. I was taken in to the pre-op room and had the IV put in. I hate needles so I just wanted to leave. I was wheeled in a large cold room and given some drug which "knocked me out." I woke up and was wheeled back to my room and saw my wife. The Doctor came in and said I had a severe case of Pulmonary Hypertension with a pressure of 122. He said he only dealt with PH once every 2-3 years and was going to get me into the Cleveland Clinic. I had just hit the bad lotto. I did not know anyone with PH and never heard about until the previous week. Who would treat me? What treatments were there for me? All these questions as I was wheeled to the door to meet my wife (no I wasnít too lazy to walk, Hospital procedure).
I had to wait a couple of weeks to get an appointment (I donít remember the exact date and it does not change this riveting story) at The Cleveland Clinic. It was a very long wait mentally. I am not being dramatic when I say this but I was not very optimistic after my tests and the internet articles about a long life. I finally had my appointment and met two wonderful people Dr. Joseph Parambil and RN Nancy Bair. At the time I did not know how lucky I was to be under their care. Dr. Parambil was very positive and said not to read the internet articles because most were outdated. I had an ECHO, MRI of my heart, and a six minute walk test. He then prescribed Revatio 20mg 3x a day. He said I would feel better soon. The down side was my career as a Police Officer was over. I tried to keep positive but inside I was devastated. This was a job I had wanted to do since I was a kid and I did it; not many do that in life. In the last few weeks our lives had been flipped upside down. I tried to keep a brave face on for everyone but it was not an easy time. I got my prescription filled and sat with Nancy Bair for two hours to see how I reacted to the medicine. I tolerated the medicine with no side effects. Nancy was very nice and answered all my questions. Three months later my pressure dropped and my six min walk increased 300 ft (I was paying attention). Dr Parambil was encouraged and kept my spirits up during this tough time. For the next 15 mos. my six minute walk test has increased and I feel pretty good.
This disease is very tough to deal with and I wont lie and say its been easy. Itís hard going from being an active man and leaving a job I loved. I have tried to be strong so my wife and others do not worry about me. I have met some wonderful people at the Cleveland Clinic Summit and at the Cleveland Area PH Support Group. I know my life will never be the same but I am excited with new treatments and all the research that is being done to find a cure for PH. I hope this story helps someone who gets diagnosed with PH. You know that there are others out here with the same questions/concerns. So do not feel alone.
I was asked to write this by Merle Reeseman and I put it off for several weeks. I finally sat down and wrote my thoughts and feelings and I am glad I did. Thanks Merle
My name is Helen King, I was diagnosed with PAH in August 2005. I started having problems about 6yrs previous to my diagnosis. The first time I had an episode was at a Birthday Party for my granddaughter; there was an incline up to the shelter where it was held and halfway up I was gasping for breath and had to sit down. I thought it was because I had put on some extra weight, but I made an appointment with my family doctor who basically agreed with me. Over the next couple of years I had a few episode of SOB especially on inclines and stairs again I mentioned these to my doctor, the same answer over weight and I needed to exercise more.
In the fall of 2001 I was walking up a hill at our local High school, a third of the way up I had SOB and heart palpitations I sat down on a wall to rest and passed out. I went home called my Doctor and he arranged for me to have a stress test. That turned out to be negative so I started to walk three times a week with a friend hoping if I lost weight and exercised that would help.
Over the next few years the episodes became more frequent walking short distances I would have to stop every few feet. EKG's were showing no problems and I had the feeling my physician thought I was exaggerating my symptoms. I struggled until July of 2005 when planting flowers in my garden left me so SOB I had to almost crawl to my back door for fear of passing out. I called my doctor and told him he had to do something, I could not go on like this. He ordered a chest xray and pulmonary function test the chest xray showed rt heart enlargement. I was then scheduled for a stress test on the early morning of July 28th 2005. I was in surgery that afternoon for a double bypass. Two days later I came out of the fog and was told that I needed to be transferred to UPMC or Cleveland Clinic as they were certain I had a rare lung disease namely Pulmonary Hypertension. Fortunately UPMC had a bed for me and 5 days later was transferred by ambulance.
That's where my journey with Dr Murali began, up until then I had no idea what this disease was I had never heard of it. I worked in the medical field admissions at Butler Memorial and later billing for physicians and never had I came across a diagnosis for Pulmonary Hypertension. I was frightened after hearing that this was a disease that struck only one in a million of the worlds population (I had always joked with my husband that he married one in a million). I noticed the worry on my families faces when they came to visit -- they were on their computers getting information about a disease that was unfamiliar to them.
Talking with Dr Murali helped to calm my fears he was talking about treatment and if one did not work there were others we could try until the right one worked for me. I feel fortunate that if I had to have this disease at least I was lucky to be diagnosed at a time when more medications are available and more research is being done. Its three years later and Dr Murali is so knowledgeable about this disease and is so compassionate and caring. I started out with Tracleer then Ventavis was added then Revatio. They were losing their affect now I have the IV Remodulin along with the other three and I feel wonderful. I am praying that this combination will keep working for me I try to keep a positive outlook about my future and allow only positive thoughts from those around me.
This is my story and I can only thank Dr Murali and his wonderful staff for their knowledge and loving care that has helped me reach this stage of my journey, with their help and the tremendous support from my family, who encourage me to keep fighting this terrible disease. I believe there is a cure on the horizon with stem cell research in Canada and other countries and more trials with other medications; we have to keep the faith. 10-08
I am a former Braddock Police Officer presently working for Dish Network and this is also about Alan who formerly worked for Quality Services and Daily Juice Company. Alan is my best friend, lover, fishing buddy and constant companion; we are only separated by our jobs. We felt our love could overcome any obstacle. After my heart attack and back injury, Alan's encouragement and constant care got me back to work. Through the 19 years together, our marriage has been heaven on earth.
Alan has not been as fortunate. He has been diagnosed with pulmonary arterial hypertension which is so much pressure with his lungs that it makes it hard for the blood to pass through properly. Alan has not been able to work for the past two years, needs oxygen 24/7 and in April, started to bleed from his lungs. Coils and plugs had to be put in to stop the arteries from bleeding further. We know this is temporary and doctors have confirmed Al needs a double lung transplant to survive. He is only 47 years old and looks great on the outside. However, I watch the man I love become weaker each day, and harder for him to walk without taking constant breaks. I listen to his labored breathing while he sleeps, knowing all I can do is pray and thank the Lord for just one more day.
The costs for a double lung transplant is costly -- far beyond what my insurance will pay for and Alan will also need immunosuppressent drugs that he will need to take for the rest of his life to keep him from rejecting the new lungs. We don't know what we can do.
Alan is making candles to help pay for his lung transplant ~ part of the donation will go to PHA for Research and Awareness
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