A mere month ago I underwent a percutaneous transluminal coronary angioplasty also referred to as a percutaneous coronary intervention. Before I could return to running I had to get the all-clear from my cardiologist which included having some tests. I had one left to complete and after having to cancel and reschedule this cardiology appointment a few times, I finally underwent the myocardial perfusion on Friday morning.
What is myocardial perfusion? Well, it is a test to check blood flow in and out of the heart. They use a nuclear isotope called Cardiolite as a tracer which is injected through an IV in the arm and a gamma camera takes photos. To make a long story short, I had two of these photography sessions. One was prior to exercising and the other after running at a good incline on a treadmill. I believe I was at 18% incline when I asked to have the test stopped. Don’t be alarmed, it wasn’t my heart but my lungs. I’m recovering from what feels like bronchitis. I was almost 11 minutes in when the coughing reared its’ ugly head. The whole process took about 4 hours or so.
At the end of the day I decided to call for results. What can I say? I’m not a very patient person when it comes to this. The cardiologist, Dr. J., had the images but didn’t have time to look at them. I really didn’t expect that he would and the kind lady told me to call back Monday morning. I was naughty and I went for a little 1K run on Saturday before getting the all-clear from Dr. J. I knew from past experience that everything was okay and I took it easy because this cough still lingers. I made sure that someone was close by. I threw myself into other things so that I would stop thinking of the “what ifs”. In the back of my mind I kept thinking that the coughing somehow affected the treadmill portion of the test.
Monday came and I called. A different lady answered my call and said it would be 7 to 14 business days!!
What?!?!? My heart sank.
Dr. J. had promised that he’d have an answer for me within a day or two of the test and that I’d be running before the end of the month. She said she would send him an email. I politely thanked her and then waited until late in the day to call back.
When I called back this time I was talking with the lady I usually do. She opened my file and said that there was a note on it giving me the go ahead to train for the first full marathon but to really listen to my body. He also left a note that he doesn’t want to see me again until October. The test was a success despite my hacking session!
I can run again!
The first word that comes to mind is gratitude.
I am grateful for my children and my husband. Their unconditional love means the world to me.
I am grateful to be here for my children and that they can have a Mom who is active and vibrant.
I am grateful that I can run again and that my choices over the past decade have made that a reality.
I am grateful for all the people in my life and that I made a courageous choice to only surround myself with people who lift my spirit. The support I received through all of this shows that I have made the right decisions there. The visits, phone calls, emails, and messages kept me moving forward even on the days when I couldn’t see that a positive outcome was possible.
Now I guess it is time to look at training plans. My first full marathon is a mere 25 weeks away and I have a tough summer of training ahead of me. Scotiabank Toronto Waterfront Marathon… here I come!!