It's been 7 months since my cardiac arrest. In August and September I
took some time out to go on a holiday with my husband and daughter. We
had our time at the beach, caught up with some dear friends and visited family who live overseas. Although tiring because it was such a big
and long trip, it was really good for the heart and soul, and much
needed.
I expected the reunion with my family to be much more emotionally charged, after nearly dying and all, but surprisingly it was quite mellow. In retrospect, it was probably for the best, as I don't want to dwell on the past and on such a traumatic event. Plus, there was nothing significant that hadn't been said already.
My husband had to leave ahead of me and my daughter to return to work, so it meant that us girls traveled back on our own. I was nervous about this to say the least: four flights, two of which were long-haul. But whenever the nervous thoughts entered my mind I would avoid them, instead opting to deal with the matter when it was at hand. My psychiatrist once told me I have a choice about when to think about things (this was specifically about traumatic thoughts, but I find applies to everything in life). Over thinking builds things up in my mind to the point where they are overwhelming and the cause of a great deal of anxiety and stress. So I chose to plan (by including plenty of rest stops between flights, plus assistance where possible), and then stop thinking about it. I found this strategy worked really well for me. The trip back was enjoyable, relaxed and smooth with no hiccups.
All this, coupled with the physical distance from home, meant I had a really good break away from being "sick" and having to attend the endless procession of health appointments. When I met new people, they didn't know me as the chick who had a cardiac arrest, so it was a nice change. I felt I could reinvent myself. This made me realise that perhaps the worse culprit in seeing myself as the cardiac arrest patient, has been me.
A few weeks ago I got the green light from my cardiologist to drive again (cardiac arrest patients are not permitted to drive for a minimum of six months post a cardiac event). I've felt a big relief and a surge of new found freedom.
I've seen all these steps as significant building blocks in increasing my confidence. In that light, I feel I've reached a major milestone and look forward to the next stage in my life, whatever that will be.
I expected the reunion with my family to be much more emotionally charged, after nearly dying and all, but surprisingly it was quite mellow. In retrospect, it was probably for the best, as I don't want to dwell on the past and on such a traumatic event. Plus, there was nothing significant that hadn't been said already.
My husband had to leave ahead of me and my daughter to return to work, so it meant that us girls traveled back on our own. I was nervous about this to say the least: four flights, two of which were long-haul. But whenever the nervous thoughts entered my mind I would avoid them, instead opting to deal with the matter when it was at hand. My psychiatrist once told me I have a choice about when to think about things (this was specifically about traumatic thoughts, but I find applies to everything in life). Over thinking builds things up in my mind to the point where they are overwhelming and the cause of a great deal of anxiety and stress. So I chose to plan (by including plenty of rest stops between flights, plus assistance where possible), and then stop thinking about it. I found this strategy worked really well for me. The trip back was enjoyable, relaxed and smooth with no hiccups.
All this, coupled with the physical distance from home, meant I had a really good break away from being "sick" and having to attend the endless procession of health appointments. When I met new people, they didn't know me as the chick who had a cardiac arrest, so it was a nice change. I felt I could reinvent myself. This made me realise that perhaps the worse culprit in seeing myself as the cardiac arrest patient, has been me.
A few weeks ago I got the green light from my cardiologist to drive again (cardiac arrest patients are not permitted to drive for a minimum of six months post a cardiac event). I've felt a big relief and a surge of new found freedom.
I've seen all these steps as significant building blocks in increasing my confidence. In that light, I feel I've reached a major milestone and look forward to the next stage in my life, whatever that will be.
