By the Power of Love, I’m Still Here After Open-chest Surgery

My two favorite female singers, Celine Dion and Carrie Underwood, have songs about love and the power it holds.

Dion belted out the following lyrics in her timeless classic “The Power of Love”: “We’re heading for something/ Somewhere I’ve never been/ Sometimes I am frightened/ But I’m ready to learn/ Of the power of love.”

Carrie Underwood also had a message about love. Her song “So Small” is about figuring out what matters in life. Its lyrics hold so much relatable truth, saying, “And when you figure out love is all that matters after all/ It sure makes everything else seem so small.”

I’m bringing up these two songs about love because of the difficult and unimaginable reality that has been my life with pulmonary hypertension for the past few months. At my weakest and most fragile, amid my physically and emotionally vulnerable moments, through pain I didn’t think I’d be able to breathe through, I found the strength to keep going.

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Having Hope Saved My Life Before Major Surgery

Two months ago, my life changed the second I was wheeled into an operating room to have open-chest surgery on the major vessels of my aorta, the very top of my heart. I’d later spend 10 days in the hospital for what should’ve been a three-night stay.

I endured a major complication requiring an emergent chest tube for a pleural effusion, which is the buildup of excess fluid outside the lungs. Miraculously, by some force more powerful than myself, I’m still here. That force, to me, is love — love from my mother and family, complete strangers and friends, and a desire to celebrate love itself. My love for life itself saved me.

During my worst minutes that felt like hours, the physical presence of my mother filled me with warmth and calm. She never once left my side. She’s a woman with more grace and fortitude than I can dream of having. I felt the comfort of her unwavering support and persistent advocacy.

I received so much support and words of encouragement from friends who simply let me know, “I’m here.” Those who follow me on my social media platforms sent me more prayers and well wishes than I ever imagined being worthy of.

I felt so much love during this grueling time of my life from a best friend who flew to Massachusetts from Florida to be with me. She continued to remind me “we will figure it out.” She brought me laughter as we walked around the hospital room in an attempt to drain my chest tube of fluid. Even the thought of love itself motivated me to get out of the hospital a day before my sister’s wedding.

Because of love, I forced myself to gather the will to keep breathing through the pain. I recall having an inner dialogue with myself, begging my body to keep going, pleading to help me stay alive one more day.

The most powerful love I felt during the entire 10 days in the hospital was the love I have for simply being alive. This is why I’m here today. It’s the only thing that mattered during my darkest hours, and it’s the only thing that matters currently. Love will get me through the rest of my life, as frightened and unsure as I am for what’s to come.

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