Diagnosed at 30, right off the bat I was warned about Type 1 Diabetes (T1D) complications. Being a soldier, I quickly created an acronym to describe those I feared most: BAD (blindness, amputation and dialysis). At 28 years into the T1D journey, I’ve avoided those. One I glossed over was Heart Disease. Many of us do.
In 2007, I was hospitalized for Diabetic Ketoacidosis. I had a stomach bug and dehydration and was found unconscious after a couple of days. Somehow getting disconnected from my pump didn’t help. The local volunteer rescue squad couldn’t get a BG, so they gave me IV Dextrose. Result: BG of 1,440. After a few days I woke up and on the day I was to be discharged I had chest pains.
Immediately I. was hooked up to a heart monitor and had a blood test for cardiac enzymes. The EKG was negative but troponin levels indicated a heart attack. Next was a visit to the Cardiac Catheterization Lab. A catheter was inserted through my groin and up to my heart that showed some occlusion (deposits of plaque inside the arteries of my heart) of around 40-50%, but not warranting treatment with a stent. I was given some medication and discharged a couple of days later. Not having a family history of heart disease (or diabetes, for that matter) my Cardiologist blamed T1D since that is a common complication. I didn’t have any more heart problems–End of story, or so I thought.
Flash forward to 2017. I was having some chest pain, particularly after exercise. I called my doctor and was told to go to the Emergency Room RIGHT NOW! As I was driving along, I was about 5 miles away when I started getting new pain in my left arm–a classic symptom of a heart attack. I had a choice: either keep driving or pull over, call 911 and hope the Rescue Squad could find me. I drove faster.
When I walked into the ER, I went to the desk and said, “I think I’m having a heart attack.” A nurse checked my EKG and her eyes got big. I was put in a bed and a troponin check was off the charts high: heart attack in progress. Within seconds I was surrounded by doctors and nurses. The doctor said, “You’re having a heart attack from a blockage and were going to take you to the Cath lab to fix it.”
Just like the last time, they ran a catheter into my heart (through the wrist this time) and found one artery was 90% blocked. This time a drug coated metal tube was placed in the artery to expand it and hold it open. The medication was intended to keep it from re-closing. Within an hour I was having dinner.
After I was discharged I was enrolled into a Cardiac Rehabilitation class. Three times a week I’d have an hour session of supervised exercise and heart healthy classes. After a couple of months I graduated and went on with life. Subsequent testing showed I had some permanent damage, but noting that would impact my quality of life.
Flash forward to 2017 and a work-up for a pancreas and kidney transplant. CT scans and MRIs revealed that I was not a candidate due to plaque deposits in my abdominal arteries. Other than continuing with statins, there really isn’t anything that can feasibly be done to fix that once it has happened.
Over time the chest pains came back. Along the way my kidney function had declined 20-22%. One drawback of doing another cardiac catheterization is that the dye tends to hurt the kidneys. My doctors and I decided to put off another Cath as long as possible since it’d likely put me on dialysis. This past March we decided it was time.
The results of Cath number 3 showed that the previously blocked artery was re-blocked and 2 more were at 80-90% occluded. This time stenting wouldn’t solve the problem. I was sent back to my room and had to wait for the next step until some of my medications were stopped and out of my system. Next up: cabbage.
Pronounced ‘cabbage’ CABG is current medical shorthand for Coronary Artery Bypass Graft. Some tests were done including one to find an appropriate vein in my leg that would be removed.
On the day of surgery I was put to sleep (unlike the cardiac Cath procedures). About 24 inches of vein were taken out of my left leg. Hint: do NOT watch any YouTube videos of the procedure ahead of time. Then the doctor split my breastbone in two, attached a machine and stopped my heart for 84 minutes. Then he attached a piece of my leg vein from my aorta to just below the heart artery blockage. Then he did that again 3 more times.
I woke up the next morning with 53 staples and some wire holding my chest together. I also had a couple of tubes inserted under my ribcage and hooked up to suction to drain things. And although I wasn’t in huge amounts of pain, it was definitely uncomfortable. The doctors said I’d feel much better once the drains were out, and they were right.
The moral of this story: although we with T1D fear lows the most, and in the abstract fear blindness, etc., Heart Disease is our number one killer. It is sneaky, often hidden, but forces us to pay attention to health besides just Diabetes. So eat right, exercise, do your best to keep your blood glucose where you know it should be, and listen to your body. Blood pressure and lipids should be followed closely and controlled as well.
Trust me, you don’t want to be in an ICU thinking, “I wish I had…” Or worse.