Do you like my Wizard of Oz analogy?
I’ve been dealing with atrial fibrillation (a-fib) for 18 years. 90% of that time my heart has been beating normally but not without a lot of drugs, surgeries, ER visits and hospital stays.
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Dealing with A-Fib is similar with the Wizard of Oz story.
One day you are happy leading a normal life and then suddenly your world is thrown into chaos (a-fib).
When you finally come down everything in your world has changed. You notice that the wicked witch of your past is dead. The bad witch of self abuse. The terrible witch of circumstances beyond your control. The mean witch of negativity and anger is dead.
But if you are lucky the wicked witch left you a pair of ruby slippers. The ruby slippers of good health insurance that will take you on the long and convoluted journey that lies ahead.
The confusion of a world filled with munchkins (friends and family want to help but have no clue what you are going through) surrounds you. You’re filled with questions but get no immediate answers. Your problem is large but the people around you can’t see it. But they direct you to see the good witch (cardiologist) who sends you on down a long and dangerous road of drugs to a destination that the Wizard (God and Electro Physiologist) alone knows.
So off you go. Popping pills and dodging the dangerous side effects (crazy flying monkeys and yet another wicked witch).
Along the way you find other poor souls who like myself who are also suffering from a-fib and need help from Oz. We console each other and give support and comfort to each other on our journey together though the land that isn’t Kansas anymore.
Where is this place we call home that we all yearn for? How far will we go and when will we arrive? The answers are different for us all. Could it be just around the bend? A place where each of us will recognize if or when it appears on the horizon. For it is the home of our dreams (normal heart function). And there’s no place like home.
But if I never see home again then:
Someday I’ll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far
Behind me
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That’s where you’ll find me
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