I am Cee.
Welcome CeeCee to this wonderful board.
I am 43 years old.
Welcome to the "red dress society". I also became a member of that after my heart cath a month ago. I was 39 yrs old then. Nobody believed me when I went to the ER with chest pains. Said I was too young and in great shape. Now I'm 40 and have done a tremendous amount of research on women and heart disease. It is very interesting how it is over looked. Very frustrating too! Wish I knew of more I could do.
That sounds very interesting to be involved in such a group of folks.
Congrats to you as well on getting involved in womens heart health.
I'm a HUGE backer of it now! Always just worried about my dad as he has had 6 heart attacks, 4 stints and a quad by pass. But now that it has hit me, I wish I knew how to get more awareness of this. My cardiologist told me I should be the poster woman for "women with heart disease". Well, put me on a poster and let me speak!!!! And you know what, none of the male nurses or drs wanted to take me serious. But every one of the female nurses were so caring and supporting and reassuring. I was truely blessed with the nurses I had and I let them all know it with a dozen "red" roses!!!
I knew all about fitness, Chelsea.
Do you think so, Cecilia?
You bet! I'm a fitness freak too. After my dad's first heart attack I swore I would take better care of myself. Ha - see how far that got me. But for the few weeks I couldn't exercise after my heart cath, I could really tell a difference. So, back to the old grind of exercise. It's taking me a while to get back to peak level though.
I use to have anxiety attacks too and swore the same thing. But now I know the difference. VERY frightening for someone only 40 yrs old in perfect health. But my dad was my biggest supporter. Everyone was scared, as I'm sure he was, but he was up front with me about what to expect and so forth. I value him even more than I already did. He's normally not a person that shows any type of emotion or caring, so this was an even bigger surprise. I hope to never have to go thru it again. But my biggest hope is for the next woman that goes into the ER that someone actually takes her serious.
And you know what, none of the male nurses or drs wanted to take me serious. But every one of the female nurses were so caring and supporting and reassuring. I was truely blessed with the nurses I had and I let them all know it with a dozen "red" roses!!!
Chris, I am none too surprised at this statement.