In honor of February being American Heart Month, I am sharing my heart story.
Yes you read that title right, I was born with a broken heart. But it wasn’t the broken heart you see in romantic movies. It was a heart that was physically broken. We never knew that this had even happened until I was in 7th grade and needed a physical to play sports.
You know those physicals that are necessary but annoying at the same time. The doctor I saw thought that she heard a heart murmur so she sent me to a cardiologist to follow up. They ran a battery of tests and the conclusion was that it wasn’t a heart murmur but for lack of a better diagnsois, a broken heart.
Bare with me for a few minutes as I am going to get
The broken heart part for me was the tricuspid valve. My doctor explained to us that the tricuspid valve looks like an upside down Mercedes Benz trademark. But unfortunately, my tricuspid decided it wanted to be a bicuspid.
Yep folks where is suppose to pump blood into 3 separate parts of the heart, mine only pumps to two parts.
I honestly can say other than not having enough blood flow and feeling dizzy and lightheaded from time to time, I really haven’t had a problem with my heart. But I am one of the lucky few.