You might remember I asked for prayers last week.
This week, I come to you humbled and in awe. My heart, which went into failure when the babies were born… my heart, which was supposed to be ejecting 55-60% of its blood at a time and was only able to eject 5 to 10% with each beat… my heart, which had enlarged and earned me the scary diagnosis of peripartum cardiomyopathy…
My heart is functioning at “low normal” levels!!!
My echocardiogram showed my ejection fraction in the low 50s. 55-60% is what it would take to be considered fully recovered, but oh, I’ll take it! I’ll take it!
My heart is still slightly enlarged, but according to a wise and wonderful doctor, heart size often lags a bit behind ejection fraction is healing.
But oh, I can’t tell tell you what an experience this is. I have tried to hide how scared I am how. How awful I felt somedays. How I longed for healing and wanted to just feel better and put this all behind me. I questioned God. Heck, I yelled at God. I begged Him for healing and asked Him why let this happen. I cried. And then He reminded me of my lifeverse,
Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning. (Psalm 30:5)
I’m still having some weird shortness of breath that no one can explain as well as some odd fluttery palpitations in my throat. I pray (and ask you to as well!) that those symptoms will also go away.
But thank you, thank you, thank you for your thoughts and prayers thus far. To God alone be all the glory.