I've never been so mentally together, as I am today, I'm still not where I was, but I'm happy I can recognize those differences now. It's taken my brain a long time to realize the differences, outside of my physical difficulties. I'm okay, that I will never again be who I was at 23. Although I'm livid, that I did everything I could to maintain a healthy, safe (relatively) lifestyle. I was very active, had trained for, and completed my first sprint triathlon, and had gone on a week long backpacking expedition in the Adirondacks, weeks before my heart stopped. I was stressed about figuring out my next step, until, an amazing. Opportunity fell in my lap. My dad had contact with a woman who ran a nonprofit, bearing her name. I met her, discussed what she was looking for, and accepted the position, or an offer to test the waters. The major caveat? I'd need to move to Texas. I even had family there, and wasn't happy about moving to a red state, on my own. But, I knew that job could be a very helpful stepping stone. I left September 12th, to get the lay of the land, decide if I'd be the right fit. Of course stress is a factor not to be discounted, in mcardiac arrest. Although, if I look at the stress I've endured since my heart stopped, sep. 11th, 2007, I should've suffered at least 3 more cardiac arrests. Losing Sean was the most difficult experience, I could've imagined, he'd been my lifeline, and my reason to stay afloat. When he left, I drowned in my own misery for longer than I'd like to admit. Just as I'd begun to develop my self assurance, and willingness to push myself, my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer. I knew I couldn't help, directly, so I tried to push through, by mentally distracting myself with school. The busier I stayed, the less the idea of losing my mom, was on my mind. It's hard for most anyone t see a loved family member so very ill, with an uncertain outcome. Of course, she did make it, and still struggles with lasting symptoms, and ill effects. I could draw some comparisons, of which there are plenty, but she was able to recover her presiding life, within a year. Living independently, got her horse back, and her physical mobility back. Her life is different, but still has her passions. In that sense, I can't relate, I lost everything, physically, and mentally, and I still haven't reached any kind of self dependence. Nor do I have the ability to get up, and go do the things I love, right when the inclination strikes. We all lean on oneanther, to clear the major hurdles, but when the dust settles, you have to rely on yourself to pick up the pieces, and put things back together.
Seeing a lawyer to discuss the possibility of financial compensation for what happened to me, seems preposterous, in the harsh light of day. I chose to take a prescription to avoid becoming pregnant. The drug made me relatively ill each day, but, I didn't get pregnant. If I could've known I was choosing between poor timing to have a baby, and the strange, ridiculous manner of living I've needed to become accustomed to, I'd much rather be a single mom, over the anomaly, my life is today.
My previous lawyer Sam, passed away from cancer. He'd been quite impressive, very on top of things, in the know, with regard to my case. Lobbying the Senate to support lawsuits involving the manufacturers of prescription drugs. In my case, I need to go after Bayer, who manufactured Yaz. The contraceptive which stopped my heart. Really, death was not my ideal form of contraceptive. Sure, it's effective in preventing pregnancy, but let's face it, it prevents everything else too. Really, not what I had in mind. Thanks to the quick action of Sean, and imaginably my roommates, I made it to the hospital, and perplexed countless doctors. I was young, in good shape, mo addictions, there was no clear reason as to why my heart stopped. Eventually, a possible link was established, between Yaz, and my cardiac arrest. Labs also indicated that I'd had a lower than normal level of the essential acid, creatinine. According to my doctor friend, low is normal, and no real cause for alarm. My lawyer also said a similar thing, when I asked what the indication could be. I will be livid, if my case in gets dismissed, on such a trivial detail. Suing, in my opinion, isn't fair restitution, for the damages my life sustained. Yes, money can be helpful, but it also comes with more regulation, concern, research, etc. it could make life easier, in some respects, but I would need to learn to manage it appropriately. Although, given that I am 1 of 23,000, or some ridiculously high number of women, seeking retribution for damages, in a mass claim, I very much doubt I'll see much of anything. It's absurdly maddening to think about. Also horrifies me that Yaz, is still on the market, under a different name, Ocella, now. Money really does rule the world, and apparantely, indidual lives are a minor cost, in the face of a billion/trillion? dollar corporation.not so proud to be American,bright now.