My Life Changing Journey Begins

A time came when I started have some problems. I was having some shortness of breath and would have this tightening that I would describe as someone strapping a belt around my chest and gradually tightening more and more. During that time, I had an episode at work where I was having some pains in my chest that I could not describe, but they were uncomfortable and not normal. I worked in an OB/GYN office which happened to be attached to a hospital. Members of the staff took me by wheelchair to the Emergency Room where I was checked. The pains subsided and nothing was strikingly wrong with my tests but the ER physician wanted me to stay overnight for observation. I happened to be on an HMO at the time and my primary care physician happened to come into the Emergency Room and he stated he felt it was not necessary to stay and therefore, I was sent home. He referred me to a cardiologist whom I followed up with. I had several tests, one being a Cardiac Stress Test. The cardiologist came in during the test and looked at the results. He stated at the time that there was a "glitch" on the report that he felt was caused by my "generous breasts". Now.....I have never had large breasts, they are average to say the least. My thought at the time was "if I have generous breasts, I hate to see his wife". Anyway, he stated that he felt that the problems I was having was due to stress. I accepted his diagnosis and went home to continue as normal. I continued to have problems and had several follow up visits when he decided to do a cardiac cath because of the question on the stress test and one was scheduled. I remember being in the cath room and laying on the gurney. I remember being strapped to the bed and not being able to move. To this day, if I have any test or procedure done and have to be strapped down, I panic. I remember all the monitors that showed the doctor where the catheter was going. They gave me medication that was supposed to "relax me", but they did not seem to work. I could hear the staff talking and watched the screen. I could tell that something was wrong. After the procedure the doctor got my family together, my husband, mom and dad, and explained to them that I was going to have to have a triple bypass done because I had several blockages. I had my first triple bypass surgery at 39 years of age. The surgery went well and I recovered. Everything seemed to go well until I started having problems again. It was a little over 1-1/2 years since I had surgery.............