Ending August with a few Health Concerns.

 It’s been a rather crazy week for me, on Monday I had 2 biopsies performed by the gynecologist and then the following day, Tuesday I go to see my Cardiologist for what I thought was a routine checkup and the EKG revealed I have Atrial Fibrillation or Afib for short. When I left the doctors office I was attached to a heart monitor. I had every symptom all spring and summer thinking it was a long bout of bronchitis for which my GP prescribed antibiotics for. As a Cardiac patient when the symptoms still bothered me weeks after the antibiotics were finished I should have called my cardiologist to check things out. Funny thing is today I was going to ask him about all those symptoms to see if they may be heart related. He already had the answer. I'm going to be attached to the little device below for 2 weeks. The good thing about the heart monitor and the Afib diagnosis, it has kept my mind off waiting for those biopsy results. You know it's always something.

It's been a very long summer dealing with what I believed to be a long bout of bronchitis, the shortness of breath started to get real bad a week before I saw the cardiologist and had I not seen the appointment on my calendar I was planning to call the office to make an appointment because things just didn't feel right.

The biopsies performed at the GYN office came about when the pap and the ultra sound revealed a few concerning things.  I had waited 10 weeks to see this doctor, my gyn retired and the office never notified anyone, so when I started having post menopausal bleeding again I thought I had another fibroid which would need to be removed.  When I passed through these doors for the first time it's what I expected to hear. Unfortunately a phone call a few days later I was in another room waiting for the magic to happen.

Now I wait for the results of the 2 biopsies, I see the GYN on the 4th of September and I am hoping to have some news by then.  Strangely enough I am not stressing about it, somehow I knew all those years of suffering and battling with endometriosis would come back and bite me in the butt someday.