I went to the hospital this morning for an echocardiogram — which is basically an ultrasound of the heart. Although I won’t get the official results until I see my doctor on May 3rd, the conversation I had with the cardiology technician who did the exam was very encouraging. He said that a doctor would read the exam results and then send them to my doctor sometime next week. My response was, “If there’s something wrong that could cause an emergency, they’ll let me know, though — right?” He said, “Yeah, they would, but there’s not an emergency.” I said, “Well, that’s good — the waiting is the hardest.” And he replied, “I know, but there’s nothing to worry about.”
So, I don’t have any official results yet, but I am much relieved. I will see my doctor on May 3rd to discuss this pleurisy that seems to hold on. I’m assuming the heart arrhythmia is also due to this yucky virus that lasts and lasts.
This scare has made me even more determined to lose this weight. When I was at the doctor a couple weeks ago, I was down 8 pounds. It’s a start. Lots to go, but one day at a time, right?
God is good and faithful. Of course, He’s good and faithful no matter what — even if I hadn’t gotten the diagnosis I wanted. But I am very grateful that my prayers were answered.