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A reliable healthcare team helps me manage my PH and CKD

It’s 7 p.m. on a Thursday, and my husband, Manny, and I are cooking dinner. Suddenly, my phone rings. Manny looks concerned and says, “It’s the nephrologist.” I already have a gut feeling it won’t be good news. My bloodwork has been all over the place the past few…

Join me this August in advocating for those who have PH

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again (and again): Elected leaders in the United States need to hear from their constituents, which include many of us in the pulmonary hypertension (PH) community. The doldrums of August is the perfect time to connect with your members…

Has my PH diagnosis made me a better or worse friend?

Over the past few months, I’ve asked myself several times if I’ve become a better or worse friend, but I didn’t know the answer. When pulmonary hypertension (PH) makes me feel my worst, I worry I’m a bad friend. I can’t spend as much time with people as I’d…

Let’s talk about and normalize sleep apnea

I can see the marks on my face most mornings when I look in the mirror. In my mind, the reddish lines and indentations look like well-worn train tracks. Lately, two small circular markings have made themselves known on each side of my nostrils. Those marks are from the straps…

Working together to improve our experience in waiting rooms

Picture yourself sitting in a waiting room at the doctor’s office, playing the waiting game. You’ve all been there, of course. How do you determine how long is too long to wait? Your answers, unsurprisingly, may vary. In an informal survey, I asked 15 people with pulmonary hypertension (PH)…

Packing PH lessons for my next trip around the sun

Last month, Father Time strapped me to a rocket ship and shot me clear into the wild blue yonder of my fifth decade. That’s right: This geriatric millennial recently turned 40. I’m launching into a new decade and taking my pulmonary hypertension (PH) diagnosis with me. If we’re…

Why our PH journey reminds me of Mother, May I?

Having or caring for someone with pulmonary arterial hypertension (PAH) can feel like the childhood game Mother, May I? The game starts with each participant standing shoulder to shoulder. A designated “mother” arbitrarily calls on a child with orders for movement or action. Before moving, the child must…