I’m Breathing Easier After Receiving My PH Diagnosis

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by Eleanor Bird |

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Welcome to Ellie Bird’s “Chronically Uncool,” a new Pulmonary Hypertension News column.

When I was at university, I had a boyfriend who was obsessed with fitness. I had always been a very active person — I particularly liked to swim — but I had never been much of a gym bunny. By my final year, however, I was going to the gym three to four times a week. I felt great. After taking a bit of a break from my exercise routine amid the study stress of my final year, I noticed that breathing felt a bit different when I got back into it.

The first time it really hit me that something was wrong was when I was on holiday in America. I was on a hike and I could not for the life of me keep up with my friend and her 55-year-old mum! I was so breathless I felt like I could vomit, but I hid it as best as possible, as I was embarrassed. A couple of days later, I was swimming in a lake and was quite far out. This was normal for me, as I’m a strong swimmer. I suddenly thought, “My goodness, I’m so out of breath I just might drown.” Luckily, I was able to yell to my friend, who was paddleboarding nearby, and she came to my rescue.

I chalked up my breathlessness to a bad bout of tonsillitis from which I was recovering. It was only a few weeks later, when I fainted at the gym, that I added “Talk to doctors about feeling breathless!!” to my to-do list. I wasn’t too worried because my dad told me that fainting after an intense lower-body workout was fairly common. But I knew that I’d never had any problems with that exercise before.

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It was about a month later that I remembered to mention my condition at a doctor’s appointment. By this point, I knew something was a bit weird. I had found myself getting breathless while doing simple tasks like brushing my hair or putting on my tights.

I look back on this appointment and I’m grateful that I didn’t mince words. I said, “A few months ago, I was working out four times a week. Now, I have to lie down after going up the stairs.”

The doctor was young and relatively inexperienced, but she did exactly the right thing: She went to get a second opinion from another, older doctor. They both said it sounded serious. I could have a blood clot on my lungs, and I should take myself straight to the emergency room.

At this point, I rang my mum.


It wasn’t a blood clot. Just a few weeks later, I was diagnosed with idiopathic pulmonary arterial hypertension.

After my chest X-ray, I had heard pulmonary hypertension bandied about as a possibility. My dad did some research and said we definitely didn’t want it to be that! My boyfriend’s mum, who was a nurse, said it was unlikely to be, as I didn’t have any ankle swelling. I did a minimal Google search myself (I didn’t fall down the click hole), and it wasn’t good. The words “very serious” and “progressive” were all I could take in. The prognosis was awful. There was no way I could have this.

However, after an echocardiogram, I got a call. I remember the cold feeling that spread all over me when I heard the diagnosis. My mum cried; that was the worst part.

Two of my closest friends were staying with me at the time, and I was so happy they were there. They hugged me and distracted me with silly movies. I wrote a bucket list, a list I now know includes some things I’ll likely never do (but that’s a story for another column).

I thought my life was over. I imagined I had a few months — a couple of years, at best.

I was getting a bit ahead of myself. A week or so later, I went in and was officially diagnosed by my specialist team through a right-heart catheterization.

The team was (and are) brilliant, reassuring, and positive. They explained to me that while it is a very serious illness and there is no cure as such, there are lots of different medications that can manage the condition for a long time, and new ones are being made all the time. Thank you, modern medicine!

I am very happy to say that, two years later, I am still doing well. I live an active life, I work, and I feel relatively normal most of the time. However, every doctor’s appointment is terrifying because I never know what’s going to happen. It’s tough, but my approach is to live life to the fullest, find comfort in a community of people like me, raise awareness about this disease, and remain positive!


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Marianne Hoppe avatar

Marianne Hoppe

Hello Eleanor, Pulmonary Hypertension is my diagnosis also, not sure it is the same. My symptoms are somewhat different than your, but then I am eighty one, starting my third year with this disease. Enjoyed your column, thank you for writing. I wish you well, Marianne

Robin avatar


Miss Eleanor, you have described my diagnosis and life almost to a t. Of course different athletic things in the beginning, but I was diagnosed two years ago too. I’m on a trifecta of PH meds and 24/7 O2...and I’m breathing so much better. I’ve gotten over the mindset that PH is a death sentence but I do try to live everyday to the fullest. I have been blessed by the diagnosis.

Roseann Cuppari Mitchell avatar

Roseann Cuppari Mitchell

Hi Eleanor, in 76 years young and was diagnosed with idiopathic PAH 6 years ago. If you take your meds faithfully and do as your doctor says you will have a long and happy life. Don't let anyone discourage you and always have a positive attitude. One bad day will equal 3 good days. Take care and God Bless

Jen Cueva avatar

Jen Cueva

Great job on your first column, Ellie! I am happy to learn that you mentioned the concern about your change in physical limitations. Often, It's changes like these which potentially help us when searching for a diagnosis.


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