
Many people have asked me the question, “What happened that caused you to get sick?” and in the simplest way I usually tell them that it was a combination of a strong family history of heart problems, along with a virus attacking my body that set off the congenital genes in my heart to stop working. The official term for what I have was called idiopathic cardiomyopathy heart failure, but in other words, heart failure that they don’t know what exactly caused the problem but have a good idea about how it happened.
What actually did happen was that over the summer in late July, after returning from a trip to New York, I was feeling weak and had been short of breath. At the time I didn’t know much about my health and just decided to go to the student clinic on the USD campus. While there they diagnosed me with bronchitis and gave me a “Z pack” of anti-bionics. It seemed to work well, as for the next month and a half I was back to normal and was able to work as a valet at the Hyatt La Jolla. However, starting in early October, I began getting short of breath again and running around at work became so tiresome. It got so bad in late October that I had to leave work in the middle of my shifts, one week and spent the next several nights in agonizing stomach pain at home.
At that point I couldn’t wait for my employee health benefits to start effect in three weeks, so I bought a two-month short-term health care policy and went to the Urgent Care Room. On Monday October 27th I went to the Urgent Care in Rancho Bernardo and they still seemed to think my symptoms were bronchial related, so they sent me home with some high strength couch syrup and an inhaler. Unfortunately for me the pain in my stomach continued to grow and by Wednesday October 29th, the pain was so bad I couldn’t sleep lying down and spent the entire night throwing up. The next day I drove to the Urgent Care in Miramar and was in pain so badly and short of breath that I barely made it up to the counter. The staff wheeled me into the back and after three hours of monitoring me, they realized that the problem was larger than they could handle and sent me to the Emergency Room at Sharp Memorial Hospital in Kearny Mesa. While being transported to the ER, I still was unaware of what the actual problem was and had thought that it might be my gull bladder. At the ER, they ran a slew of different test on me to determine my diagnosis. By midnight the doctor came in and dropped the news. He braced me for the bad news and told me that I might need surgery the next mourning to get a valve replaced but didn’t know for sure if they would do it right away.
That night I was admitted upstairs in what is now the Old Sharp Memorial hospital and called my family to tell them of the bad news. The next day consisted of another slew of test and waiting for answer on surgery from a cardiologist. By late afternoon I was introduced to Dr. John Gordon of the San Diego Cardiac Center and he informed me that my heart valves were working correctly but my heart wasn’t. He determined that surgery was unnecessary at the time and that medical prescription therapy was the path we should follow for the next few months. I was relived to hear this decision and was discharged a few days later after being monitored by the hospital staff. While at home the plan I had set up with Dr. Gordon worked for the short term but returning to everyday activities were still to hard to do. Walking up the three flights of stairs to my room was so tiresome that I rarely left the house.
I continued with my check-ups at the center until early January 2009 when my health took a turn for the worse. Just before Christmas, I started throwing up again and the pain in my stomach returned, I was extremely weak, slept 18-20 hours a day and could not generate enough heat to keep my body warm. However do to my ego and lack of income, I put going into the ER off as I was scheduled for another check up at the Center on January 8 and just figured I could wait it out until then. At that appointment, I told Dr. Gordon about my condition over the last few weeks and he decided to admit me to the hospital. I spent several hours in the ER and was put on an emergency dose of Lasik, (a diuretic that drained my body of fluids) and put on a Dobutamine IV infusion.
During my hospital stay, my condition stabilized but it was apparent that medical prescription therapy would no longer be the proper solution. I then had to undergo evaluation for a heart transplant and spent the next two weeks at the hospital getting every test imaginable and then done again. Towards the end of my stay it was determined that along with a home I.V. infusion of Dobutamine and the surgical addition of an AICD (pacemaker), that I would be a suitable candidate for transplantation and be well enough to go home. When I was discharged from the Hospital they officially listed me on the heart transplant waiting list in the United States. I felt good knowing there was a strong chance of me getting a new heart, as I was number one on the list in San Diego. It was mostly because of my popular blood type (AB+), age, physical condition and no other cardiovascular vein problems.
For the next two months I patiently waited at home and tried to keep my mind off of thinking about getting a new heart. I did my best to distract myself but sometimes I went a little stir-crazy at home. Since I had to stay within a two-hour radius of the hospital, getting out of town was out of the question. However, everything worked out well and on Friday March 20, 2009, while at the Northern University Community Library, I received the telephone call.