congestive heart failure


So, it’ll be 8 weeks this Wednesday and though I’m still having my grief bombs here and there, I’m actually becoming really close with my other cat, Archie. 

There is a misconception that when someone loses a pet that they should get another pet straight away to make themselves and their remaining family members “get better” faster. Although I am sure there are exceptions to this rule, as there are to every rule, I am not this exception. 

I look at Archimedes as this poor, innocent soul. Someone who needs extra care all the time and constant reassurance. He needs to be ON my person at all times to feel safe. He sleeps in my hair. While I have been his “mother” so to speak in the eight years that we’ve been blessed enough to have him, Kassie was his security blanket. 

I would often see him having a hard time with his anxiety, and then look over at her, even if she was sleeping, and immediately feel okay because he could see that she was still there. Often, she was not allowed to have any personal space because he wanted to be touching her. If you have ever seen their (once mutual, now individual) Instagram page (@archimedespatrick), you’ll be able to see how close they were as family members. It is gut-wrenching to see him look for her for comfort now that she is gone. 

And, while Kassie of course doesn’t look super happy to have any of that happening, she still allowed him to take comfort in her, to take her personal space and her sleep, never hissed or made him piss off. She accepted that he needed extra help. For this, we are forever grateful. 

Here’s the catch, folks: Archie hates other cats. We once had to babysit our clinic cat, Wendy, and he wanted to murder her. He was so aggressive and mean and I had never seen him like that. She wasn’t even doing anything. This adds to my hesitation in getting another rescue at this time (although I do know that eventually thing would work out - it’s a lot of work and energy.)

The most important part of all of this, is that none of us are really ready. Scott and I browse rescue sites and while we want to be ready to allow another poor soul into our lives, we just can’t. 

Two days ago, Archie had to have last-minute (not quite emergency) surgery to remove this huge growth from his left hip. This grew over the bridge of time that we have been grieving our girl. Here’s the thing about Archie - his anxiety is so bad that when he gets stressed, his immune system drops out of the race. He gets infections, respiratory issues, and this time, where he got a pain injection (or possibly a bite from our dearly departed), he grew a mass that seemed like it was the size of a twonie, but once the surgeon extracted it, turned out to be five times that size underneath. He has also lost 18% of his body weight since losing his best friend, so that was also scary since getting him to eat has been the worst. 

We’re waiting for the histopathology report. I refresh it at least twice an hour. Sometimes more. He’s been on meds that make him funny, he obviously can never walk again because the gown he’s wearing made his legs disappear :P

In trying to deal with grief bombs and recovering surgery patients, I also took an online course today about heart disease in cats and dogs. It really helped me understand exactly what happened to Kassie. I’ve got so much more information to ponder upon. 

David Rockefeller, who died Monday morning at the age of 101, leaves a legacy that eludes a simple description. At once the grandchild and heir of oil tycoon John D. Rockefeller and a globe-trotting billionaire banker in his own right, Rockefeller also earned a reputation as a prodigious patron of the arts.

Rockefeller died of congestive heart failure at his home in Pocantico Hills, N.Y., family spokesman Fraser P. Seitel confirmed to NPR.

David Rockefeller — Philanthropist, Banker And Collector — Dies At 101

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Heartmate II LVAD implantation surgery narrated by Arie Blitz, MD

Ventricular assist device, or VAD, is a mechanical circulatory device that is used to partially or completely replace the function of a failing heart. Some VADs are intended for short term use, typically for patients recovering from heart attacks or heart surgery, while others are intended for long term use (months to years and in some cases for life), typically for patients suffering from congestive heart failure.

Congestive Heart Failure -- part two

Read and understand my blog post about normal physiology of the heart and kidneys……once you understand how the heart & kidneys function together, then try to understand:

What happens when the heart “fails” and becomes a lousy forward pump — pressures back up in this plumbing system:

When pressures increase in the pulmonary bed, the lungs do not like it.   They will do everything they can to “normalize” the pressures – which results in the following:

  • Normally when standing, due to gravity; there will be increased perfusion in the inferior lung fields and increased aeration in the superior lung fields.
  • Should the pulmonary pressures exceed 12 mm. Hg., the lungs will try to redistribute that blood into the entire pulmonary space.
  • This “revascularization” will be seen on a PA chest film (performed upright) as an increase in blood flow to the upper lung fields occurs.
  • This is also called
  • pulmonary revascularization or redistribution
  • cephalization of the pulmonary vasculature
  • pulmonary vascular congestion
  • all names for the same thing.

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Nicola Ratcliff's Universe Cell Love/FTBG Testimonial

This is me, Nicola at the age of 33 admitted into the hospital diagnosed with high blood pressure diabetes and congestive heart failure. I know that is a lot for someone my age. I can blame it on genetics. Both sides of my families suffer from diabetes High Blood Pressure and heart disease. My grand mother died of a massive heart attack at the age of 29 my grand father died of a heart attack at the age of 41. I have a cousin that is my age that has congestive heart failure as well, she now has a pace maker at the age of 34. As I lay in the hospital feeling sorry for myself accepting my assumed fate that I will die young, take poison… I am sorry medications the rest of my life, I went into a depression. I was hospitalized for a week because my bp wouldn’t go down it peaked 226/120. I could have had a stroke and died.

I realized laying in that hospital bed I had control over my blood pressure health and well being. I realized I didn’t have to succumb to what my relatives had. I was released from the hospital and immediately changed my life style. No salt or sugar and exercise. I did research on holistic healing, began seeing a holistic dr. I got rid of the meds my original Dr had me on with adverse side affects. I would become dizzy, I passed out and they told me I would have to take this poison the rest of my life. I was too young for this! I also understood the meds only covered the symptom but didn’t heal my body.

I met Lotus Speaks of Fit To Be Goddess. I met her threw my friend Helen Marie. I noticed how good Helen looked and how much weight she lost and energy she gained. After meeting Lotus I began taking UCL(Universe Cell Love) I will admit the first time I used it was a bad experience I mixed it with Crystal Light which is nothing but processed mess! Once I got my concoction together I immediately notice change! It aided in lowering my blood pressure I lost weight and I no longer take BP medicine. Within a three month span, My BP is at a consistent 118/65 I have a plethora of energy I eliminated so much waste in my body. It is amazing. I am not a Dr nor have I ever studied health. One think I know for sure is there is a cure on this earth for every disease known to man. If you take the time to research and truly want to live a healthy life, do your research, go natural eliminate processed food. Processed food is worse than cigarettes! And last but certainly not least try UCL love! Not only did I gain energy and eliminated waste from my body, I lost weight! I only had a four week supply but with that I lost 23 pounds! I don’t like exercising but I had so much energy I would go to the park and walk three miles every day. I feel great! We don’t have to be sick, I don’t care if you have a family history of chronic illness. I m beating the odds d and so can you by changing your eating habits exercising and activating your body with UCL.


omg i’m so RELIEVED!

Wasn’t gonna say anything until I got some answers, but guys, I have been a bit stressed out for the past mumblemumblewhile.

Sometimes technology is a wonderful thing.

I may be a teeny bit seasoned, but I’m not old.  All the same, my calves, ankles and feet have been various degrees of swollen (they call this by the oh so lovely name “pitting edema” :P) for… erm… a while.  I was putting off going to the doctor because (ihategoingtothedoctor ihateit ihateit iHATEit) reasons…

My DH basically made me go on Friday.  The doctor scared the SH*TE out of me by discussing several vital organs and appending the word “failure”.  Tests were run.

Just logged on for my results (since technology really is sometimes a wonderful thing and I can find them online, even on the weekend!) and they’re ALL NORMAL!!!

Originally posted by gameraboy

Guess what, folks?  I’m not ill, nor is my heart failing.

I can definitely live with that.  (I crack me up!)  So, it’s compression stockings and off to diet-ville for the millionth time.

Yeah.  I can DEFINITELY live with that. :):):):):):):):)

anonymous asked:

Did you ever run into complications during any of your pregnancies?

All 3 of them ! lol I wouldn’t say my pregnancies were “great” or “okay” not going to sugar* coat it and try to be a prefect mom lol, they were terrible.

Simplicity I was 20 and around 6 months pregnant I got kidney stones, and had to have surgery while pregnant, and of course the factor that my body sadly wasn’t meant to carry children! Simplicity actually came out really early at 7 ½ months!

Eleanor 6 years later I had congestive heart failure that wasn’t detected because I couldn’t have a CAT scan while pregnant, I’ve always had it but we didn’t know it was at an all time high, so pregnancy with her for like 2 weeks was really hard and after that it was just the typical growing pains.

Ellis, just the whole not being able to carry babies, it was really painful with Ellis, I think because I had Ellis and Eleanor so close in age? Or maybe because he was artificially inseminated? Idk I’m not a Dr lol but it was terrible I just walked my whole pregnancy and he was really really low. I felt like he was at my knees.. lol I’m just a bit dramatic

thanks for the ask I appreciate it ❤️❤️

Billionaire banker, philanthropist David Rockefeller dies at 101

(Adds details about David Rockefeller family ties)

NEW YORK, March 20 (Reuters) - Billionaire philanthropist David Rockefeller, former head of Chase Manhattan Corp and patriarch of one of the most famous and influential American families, died on Monday, a family spokesman said. He was 101.

Rockefeller, who reportedly gave away nearly $2 billion in his lifetime, “died peacefully in his sleep” of congestive heart failure at his home in Pocantico Hills, New York, spokesman Fraser Seitel said in a statement.

One of the few remaining links to the U.S. “gilded” era of robber barons, he was the son of John D. Rockefeller Jr., who developed New York’s Rockefeller Center, and was the last living grandson of oil tycoon John D. Rockefeller, founder of Standard Oil and the family dynasty. He also embodied an era when globe-trotting bank chiefs worked with the world’s most powerful politicians.

During his time as head of Chase from 1969 to 1981, Rockefeller forged such a network of close relationships with governments and multinational corporations that observers said the bank had its own foreign policy.

The Rockefeller name came to symbolize unpopular U.S. banking policies in debtor countries, and Rockefeller was scorned on the left for working with Chile’s Augusto Pinochet and the shah of Iran.

He also was viewed with anger on the right for pushing to open trade with China and the Soviet Union during the Cold War. The Trilateral Commission, a group Rockefeller founded in 1973 to foster relations between North America, Japan and Western Europe, came to be a regular target of the far-right and conspiracy theorists who said it was trying to create a one-world government.

Rockefeller became embroiled in an international incident when in 1979 he and long-time friend Henry Kissinger helped persuade President Jimmy Carter to admit the shah of Iran to the United States for treatment of lymphoma, helping precipitate the Iran hostage crisis.

Rockefeller was born in Manhattan as the youngest of six siblings. His brother, Nelson Rockefeller, served as vice president under U.S. President Gerald Ford after being elected as governor of New York for four terms starting in 1959. David Rockefeller’s nephew, Jay Rockefeller, was a longtime U.S. senator from West Virginia.

David Rockefeller spent his childhood in New York City and at the family’s estates, and recalled meeting such luminaries as Charles Lindbergh, Admiral Richard Byrd and Sigmund Freud.

His ties to the internationally famous continued throughout his adulthood, symbolized by his famed 100,000-card Rolodex, housed in its own room next to his office in Manhattan’s Rockefeller Center.

The site of the nine-story mansion where he was born, then New York’s largest residence, is now part of the Museum of Modern Art, which his mother, Abby, helped found in 1929.

Rockefeller collected beetles as a lifelong hobby and also acquired art - a Mark Rothko painting he bought in 1960 for less than $10,000 was auctioned for more than $72 million in May 2007.

His fortune, investments in real estate, share of family trusts and other holdings were estimated at $3.3 billion in March 2017 by Forbes magazine. Seitel said Rockefeller had donated nearly $2 billion in his lifetime to organizations including the Museum of Modern Art in New York and Rockefeller University.

In May 2015, he made a rare public appearance in Maine to mark his approaching 100th birthday by donating 1,000 acres (405 hectares) for preservation on exclusive Mount Desert Island.

Rockefeller established several international and philanthropic associations: the Americas Society, the weighty Trilateral Commission to promote cooperation between North America, Europe and Japan, and the New York City Partnership to help the city’s poor.

Chase Manhattan grew from a $4.8 billion institution in 1946 when he joined to a bank with $76.2 billion in assets when he stepped down in April 1981. But it slipped from its standing then as No. 3 in the world and was purchased by Chemical Bank of New York in 1996. Today it is part of JPMorgan Chase & Co.

He published his autobiography, “Memoirs,” in 2002 and continued going to work every day into his 90s.

He remained a lifelong member of the moderate “Rockefeller Republicans” wing of that party, including his 2006 co-founding of Republicans Who Care, to support the party’s moderates.

Rockefeller earned a degree from Harvard University in 1936 and did graduate work at the London School of Economics, where he met future President John F. Kennedy and dated his sister Kathleen. He was awarded a Ph.D in economics from the University of Chicago in 1940.

From 1940 to 1941 he was secretary to New York Mayor Fiorello LaGuardia and in 1942 he enlisted in the U.S. Army, serving in military intelligence in North Africa and France. Rockefeller was awarded the French Legion of Honor.

Rockefeller’s wife, Peggy, died in 1996. They had six children and 10 grandchildren.

(Writing by Patricia Zengerle; additional reporting by Laila Kearney; Editing by Chizu Nomiyama and Andrew Hay)

I’ve been having a Bad Time lately

But also I’ve been kind of straight up suffering too.

The other day my manager told me, “Keep trying, it could be worse” so guess what? It got worse.

My nana is in the hospital and my family is scrambling trying to figure out how they’re going to pay for it all, because hospital bills and insurance is fucking confusing in how it works. I was so goddamn worried that my nana was going to die that i thought that my husband and I should get up and travel to Phoenix that very day. Mom said no, however, it’s not that bad yet–she’s just in a lot of pain but she has congestive heart failure.

Then as I was working on a commission, I tried saving and Manga Studio fucking. crashed on me. Making me lose so much progress. I said fuck it and went to the store to get some stuff, namely my prescription and some stuff for dinner (which was delicious btw).

Then as I was working on dinner, I started to develop a migraine. When dinner was all done, I went to lay down but ended up getting up a half hour later to throw up–my migraine ended up being that bad, which it has never done before.

I slept choppily until 11 am, kept waking up with bad dreams and my heart hammering and head still hurting. My migraine seems to be gone, but the stress of all the shit that’s been happening is still there. I’m just so tired of all this, being tested and all.

Real Life.

I’ve been working on a writing assignment that was due in January but I’ve had to keep getting extensions because of all the curve balls life has been pitching my way since the start of the year.  Just last night, I got another.  My paternal grandfather – my last surviving grandparent – was admitted to hospital with congestive heart failure and pneumonia brought on by asphyxia, which is a symptom associated with dementia.  They fitted him with a permanent feeding tube, and while his mind is pretty much gone, he has a directive in place that he is to be kept alive on machines.  It remains to be seen if any of his children can get a lawyer to override this.  Grandpa is in his 90s.  He is a WWII veteran, US Army.  When he came home he joined the Michigan auto industry.  He did not get his high school diploma until he was in his 70s.  But he is and always will be one of the smartest people I have ever had the honor of knowing.

Grandpa is also the reason I am a writer.  He gave me my love of literature at an early age.  A hillbilly from Chattanooga, he had a still in his basement and he would make wine, and as his first-born grandchild I would sit with him and learn the proper way to taste wine while he waxed philosophical about religion.  He taught me to “question everything.”  He would read to me from a book of Shakespeare’s plays and then explain the meaning behind every word.  He would recite Kipling’s “Betrothed” while using one of his cigars as a prop.  He would take me fishing, and mushroom hunting, and we would sample various cheeses along with kippers and sardines, while he told me about how Moses was a clever guy for coming up with that story about how God wrote these ten special rules, just because he saw he was losing his followers.  As much as he dissected the Bible, Grandpa still called himself a Christian.  On his living room wall hangs a large painting of Jesus at 12 years old, during that time period in his life that no one ever talks about but Grandpa had read various theories and had a few of his own.  He was fascinated by the Free Masons.  His bookshelves are lined in non-fiction about the rise of the Third Reich.  He has a copy of the Qu’ran, the Apocrypha, and other texts for different world beliefs because he said it is important to know why people think and act the way they do.  He believes in life on other planets, that it’s arrogant to think we’re the only one.  He is, in short, the only member of my entire family with whom I could ever hold a deep, intelligent conversation about almost every topic under the sun.

I saw him in January, and he was so frail.  He didn’t remember me.  He remembered my sister but not that she was married and has kids.  She looks so much like Grandma, who passed two years ago after celebrating their 75th anniversary.  Grandpa never talks about Grandma.  He could barely walk, stick-thin, and my aunt – who has been his live-in caretaker since Grandma passed – said he shits his pants on a daily basis.  I sat beside him and read him Kipling’s poem.  At first, he said he didn’t know it.  By the end, he was smiling, there were tears in his eyes, and he said, “I remember that.”  

I don’t know how much longer his body will be with us, but I know his mind is – for the most part – gone.  I wish he could go and be at peace, but I also wish we had more time, that I could talk to him again the way we did when I was younger.  So much of who and what I am today is because of him, my passions and my beliefs, my love of fine food and cooking, my endless thirst for knowledge.  With his passing, it will be the end of a huge chapter in my life.  And I feel…kind of lost, right now.

My Mom was diagnosed with CHF. Nothing makes sence. I don't know what to think or feel.

(CHF is congestive heart failure) I mean what am I supposed to feel? Should I be angry? Should I be hysterically crying? (I cry every time I see her or talk to her and she is in the hospital right now) Should I be questioning god’s plan? What do I do when she comes home? Do I go on as if nothing happened? As if she isn’t suffering this horrible condition and ultimately death. As if I don’t have to see her everyday suffering? Maybe I’m in denial. I don’t know. I don’t understand how something so horrible can happen to such a good person. To such a good mom, friend, wife, co-worker, daughter, etc.

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Medicalese101: CHF, JVD
  1.  nagisahaazukii said: I’m a second year and this post taught me what jvd and chf are (i just didn’t know it in shorthand)

This one’s for you, nagisahaazukii.

CHF (congestive heart failure): condition in which the heart does not contract or relax efficiently (or both), due to a stiff, floppy, or irregular ventricular wall. When the cardiovascular system is unable to compensate for the heart’s impairment, a patient can have a CHF exacerbation, in which pressure builds up in the vasculature behind the heart (the lungs and the peripheral veins) and fluid leaks out of the vessels. Clinical signs of a CHF exacerbation include lower extremity pitting edema (from all that leaky fluid), crackly sounds in the lungs and shortness of breath, again from fluid being where it doesn’t belong, and JVD, or jugular venous distention.

JVD is a measurable distention in the external jugular vein when the patient is sitting at about 45 degrees. It reflects increased pressure in the right atrium of the heart. 

"imagine my heart; filled with love. Given to you without hesitation"

I wrote this for my mom for Mother’s Day. Never in a million years would I have guessed that the very next day my mom would be in the hospital, diagnosed with congestive heart failure. Right now her hearts only working 25% and the quote above wasn’t just some sweet shit I said to make her happy, I meant it. Still do.