I’ve waited for three months after my pace&ablate procedure to report on it here. For those of you who have followed my winding tale, I’m the one who suffered an iatrogenic pneumothorax during the procedure (and my atavar used to be a giraffe).
My report: I feel great. I’m off all drugs except occasional aspirin for pain (instead of daily baby aspirin). The soul-sapping fatigue from afib and drugs is gone. I have my normal energy level back, which gives me back my precious everyday life—an everyday life where afib no longer intrudes or dominates. Indeed, I rarely even think about it. My heartbeat is steady at 70bpm (compared to ranges of 37bpm to 170bpm during my afib’s four-year heyday).
I haven’t had a cardioversion in three months (I’ve had nine) and will never need another one! Nor will I ever need another ablation (I’ve had three). I’m off all BB’s, CCB’s, AAD’s, DOAC’s—all drugs. What a relief! Amiodarone was the worst, a dangerous drug, but it did what it was supposed to do, short term. For me, drugs were never the solution. I proactively sought ablations, cardioversions vs. heavier drugs, then a pacemaker when my afib persisted. I am so glad I did. In hindsight, knowing what I know now and given my age (83), I’d have pushed for pace&ablate sooner—but understand other possible solutions needed to be tried first, and needed to have failed. I don’t know, though…..a pacemaker now seems such an obvious solution that maybe we should have gone there sooner.
The AV node ablation and pacemaker combined with my Watchman reduces my chances of a stroke to the barest minimum. I don’t have to worry about gastrointestinal bleeds, or even more seriously a hemorrhagic stroke from a fall—and I did fall just a few weeks ago and hit my head hard on a wood floor. Accidents happen. I’m so glad not to be on an anticoagulant. My hands are actually bandaid free! That’s even with having an energetic new puppy. Without the pacemaker and getting my normal life and energy back, I’d never have thought I’d be up for another puppy (I’m a dog person). This puppy brings huge joy to my life.
As for the iatrogenic injury: My lung was punctured during the process of finding the vein through which the pacemaker wires are threaded to the heart. A pneumothorax can lead to a collapsed lung and yet another invasive procedure—which I strongly resisted. The injury fortunately healed itself, so all is well. I did get an apology, accountability, and transparency—but it took a bit of tenacity. So did my dealings with coding and insurance—which was nutty. A long story; short version, I won and did not end up paying extra for having been injured by the medical system! That whole episode was absurd. Ah, what we go through with the medical system just dealing with the institutional apparati—it could stress anyone into getting high blood pressure.
Denouement of my afib tale? The Afib Circus has left town, my risk of stroke is extremely low as is the risk of bleeding, my quality of everyday life has been regained. My torturous afib tale has a happy ending with the Watchman and pacemaker. Now if someone could just fix my arthritis….. (-: