30 Days of PH: A PAH Diagnosis Raises So Many Questions
Day 9 of 30
This is Erik Born’s story:
For a few years, I was always short of breath. In 2019, I went to my doctor, who told me my asthma was just getting worse. I was 51 and a deputy sheriff, and I only realized it was a problem when I was told I really had to deal with it.
At Thanksgiving that year, I got sepsis and almost didn’t survive. I had family in town and was in the hospital from Tuesday until Friday evening of that week. Then, in March 2020, I got COVID-19, bad. Before getting sick those two times, I had a consultation with a cardiologist, and the testing started, with an echocardiogram, a stress test, and so on.
I was 52 when I had a right heart catheterization and was told I had pulmonary arterial hypertension (PAH). I thought to myself, how? Why? Now what? I worked out, watched what I ate, and what the hell is PAH? As a nurse, my wife, Donna, knew, but she waited until after the follow-up appointment to talk to me about it.
I was prescribed Opsumit (macitentan) for a year, but then my insurance took me off of it. I felt like a new person on Opsumit. I had so much energy that I was able to put up 150 feet of privacy fence. I could continue to do what I loved: being a deputy sheriff. I had energy to play with the grandkids. Life was looking up.
Then it was time to try Latairis (ambrisentan). That didn’t work too well, as I had bad side effects. I continued to work and make the best of what I could do. Then came Tracleer (bosentan), and it’s working!
In two years, I’ve had sepsis two more times. I’m now 54, and I retired in June. I enjoy every day I can with my wife and grandkids. But sometimes I still wonder, now what?
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