Debra had to see a cardiologist because she was having dizzy spells and couldn't catch her breath; she ended up in ER—her heart rate was really slow. The cardiologist told Debra that he was going to insert a pacemaker. "I was shocked, stunned in fact," she said. "But then I thought if I've got to have it, better than heart surgery."
Debra had the pacemaker implanted and went back to the cardiologist for a follow-up a week later to get yet another shock: he told Debra that she might have PPH. "I had more tests, including a heart catheterization and that's what determined that indeed, I had PPH," she says. "The doctor put me on medication and I have been going back and forth to the doctor since. Next week I am having an echocardiogram and getting the pacemaker checked.
He also arranged for me to see another cardiologist in Dallas who is a PPH specialist. One of the first things he asked me was whether I had ever taken diet drugs, specifically about Fen-phen. I also took over-the-counter diet drugs. And a doctor in Vernon, Texas also gave me some diet drugs—I think he was passing them out to everyone at the hospital where I worked as a respiratory therapist.
I'm now on oxygen and have to sleep with a bi-pap machine. I retired on disability many years ago due to back problems but then I started having a shortness of breath in the late 1990s—twenty years after taking diet drugs. How was I to know this was the cause?
When I was first diagnosed, I didn't know what it was. The PPH specialist in Dallas explained it to me. All these years, I never thought there was anything seriously wrong; I was always diagnosing myself. I had asthma as a kid and thought it was coming back. But that didn't explain my dizzy spells and weakness in my legs and arms, sleeping all the time. I was only 51 when I first started realizing there was something more than my back problems making me feel this way.
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Today I thought I could mow the lawn on the riding mower. But between the dust, grass and heat, I didn't get a tenth of it done and had to come back inside. Right now, talking to you, I am lying down so I'm not short of breath but when I move around or try to carry anything, even a bag of groceries, it wears me out. I live alone—I wish someone could help me with my housework.
I don't know what to expect from a lawsuit. I would love to get enough money to put a ramp on the house so I can use my electric wheelchair; I have a handicap sticker on my car so I can get close but I have to catch my breath before I can get a cart. Pretty soon I am going to need some help. I feel so useless; I was always such a workaholic."