I started going to a chiropractor in February. Like any doctor the initial new patient visit involved lots of questions and basic diagnostic procedures. My new chiropractor listened to my heart the morning of my first visit and asked if I have ever been diagnosed with a heart condition. After I assured her that I had not she asked some other general questions about medications I might be taking and my caffeine intake. She told me that I shouldn’t worry but she heard something off and wanted to listen to my heart again on another visit. It probably was just because I had just finished a cup of coffee and I shouldn’t worry.
A few weeks went by, I forgot about the conversation and she seemed to as well. Then one day she requested to listen to my heart again. After what seemed like forever but was really less than a minute she took off the stethoscope and told me I needed to see my primary care doctor. It seemed that both times she listened to my heart she heard the same irregular rhythm and while it maybe normal for my heart she wanted to be safe and have me get checked.
Turns out when you tell one doctor that another one thinks you might have heart condition they spring to attention. Even though my primary doctor said she doubted anything was wrong and didn’t hear anything when she listened I was still signed up for a battery of tests.
Blood work, an EKG, a 48-hour heart monitor and a cardiologist report later I was officially diagnosed with a heart condition. Albeit one of the more common heart conditions (tachycardia), especially to be diagnosed in women my age, it still meant I left the doctor’s office with a new prescription for a lifetime of heart medication.
Armed with medicine and a regulated heartbeat, I began to realize symptoms of the problem. I learned that the feeling I had for years thought meant I was overwhelmed was actually my heart going bonkers. I suddenly could go from kneeling and weeding my garden to standing without the same sensation of seeing stars that is sometimes accompanied with passing out.
I realized that so much of what I thought was “normal” actually wasn’t. Knowledge of my heart condition changed everything.
I realized that it would be crazy to have knowledge of something and not act on it. How ridiculous would it be if I refused to take my medicine but complained about how I felt? But I also realized that we all do that at some point or another. We learn something and refuse to act. I know for me it’s usually out of a place of fear. We know the next step we are supposed to take at work, in a relationship, our faith or our life but yet we refuse to take that step. But friends, we can never fully run away. Knowledge changes everything, and we should act with confidence of that knowledge regardless of what it means.