Patient Story of Suzette Schear

My Story

About Me (In My Own Words)

Im always on the go, work hybrid, 2 days train commute to city. End of January / beginning February had a hard time catching my breathe. Was told it was upper respiratory infection, then lower respiratory infection. Had to sit up when I slept. although it was winter, the window open so I can breathe. I was always thirsty. Primary doctor did ekg sent me directly to cardiologist. Cardiologist did echocardiogram, within an hour I got a call, so everything’s good? Was told no. Asked on a scale of 1-10 how bad. 9-10. We are not sure how you are able to function. This is one of the worse ones we ever seen. No need to come back for stress test. You need a surgeon and surgery immediately . So next thing I’m in the hospital getting a camera in my wrist taking a layout of where they need to go to fix this. It was tough to do anything , making my bed was an accomplishment. Apparently things were completely rupture & prolapsed. I have a video everything was flopping around inside. Being active and all the walking and exercise helped me. My breathing had gotten worse, next week I met with my surgeon who spelt everything out as to what will be done. The hospital also had a preview meeting detailing what to expect. Since I was on such a rapid decline I was in hospital having surgery two weeks later. Date pushed up. Six hours - They repaired the value and the heart was slightly enlarged. They sewed the prolapse stringy stuff fixed the circle of the value and I can breathe. My care was good, I ended up having fluid surrounding my lungs, removed 1/2 liter out. I had low blood pressure. Tylenol was effecting my liver enzymes. I had no idea about robotic repairs, but I’m grateful for my doctor. They put me back together with titanium wire( which does not set off alarms) and glue, with stitches like a collage project. The sutra stitches are tied tighter on the top and bottom and of course my body rejected them. So the office removed them. I’m just doing my best to find my way. My sister had borrowed a recliner chair which I used a lot. It was hard to focus. The surgeon doesn’t need to see me anymore I am out of the window. I didn’t even know there was one. That was six months ago.