Diastolic Dysfunction as simplified in previous post – Explaining Diastolic dysfunction in simple terms, is a heart condition when diastole part is not functioning properly.
Before treatment, it must be accurately diagnosed since it has similar symptoms as Systolic Heart Failure.
Treatment – first means a change of lifestyle & medicine (some doctors call it Cardiac Rehab), or an invasive option which is surgery to replace a damaged heart valve. And the following managements should be prescribed and supervised by your cardiologist.
strict control of hypertension
aggressive treatment of coronary artery disease
use of diuretics to control pulmonary congestion
use of vasodilators to make blood vessels open up, increasing in the size of the blood vessels allows more blood to flow through. This lowers the blood pressure and lessens the workload of the heart
use of beta blocker or calcium channel blocker to relax the heart muscle
or an ACE inhibitor to relax blood vessels and lower blood pressure. Helps the heart to pump more blood out to the body.
strict water and salt restriction to prevent congestion
How to take care of a family with Diastolic Dysfunction?
let them rest, shorten their working hours if possible
help reduce stress – anxiety and anger can increase heart rate and blood pressure. A relaxing and calm environment will help promote a stable heart rate and blood pressure
monitor their blood pressure and heart rate regularly
help them limit their salt intake
remind/give them their medicines on time
assist them to manage their weight and watch out for sudden weight gain that may be a sign of congestion
God bless your heart,
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Still in cloud-9 days after my church wedding. Another dream came true all to God’s glory… It was a sunny Saturday afternoon, sky was clear, weather was fair. Even the notorious Manila traffic seemed to be cooperating and so we arrived in Basilica Menór de San Sebastián 40 minutes early. Long enough to finish praying the rosary, simultaneously I talked to the chauffeur and coordinator assistants. I convinced myself not to cry, “yep this is nothing” anyway Dadi is smiling down from heaven and I’m sure he is very happy for me. Finally this day came, after twelve years of anticipation…
I wrapped the rosary around my wrist like armor to strengthen me.
I thought I was equipped not to cry,
I thought wrong.
The antique steel door slowly unclosed. I was instructed to count 5 seconds before making the first step. The door flung open, and there my poor heart started beating rapidly. So fast that it felt like my heart leaped off my chest. My hands were shaking. The coordinators kept on reminding to walk slowly, I heard them faintly for my heart was much stronger ~ it desired the man standing in the altar waiting for me.
“love knows no limit to its endurance, no end to its trust.
Love still stands when all else has fallen”
1 Corinthians 13:7-8
I looked way pass him, still trying to stop the welling of my eyes. Yet, it made me more emotional. To see the image of the blessed Mother Mary (Our Lady of Mt. Carmel) was the best reminder of this dream that was about to unfold. All attempts failed and I wept, using up the tissue prepared in my hidden pocket. At that moment, everything else was blurry in my sight, I didn’t mind looking terrible and drenched in tears.
Then, I looked at the right of the altar and saw a familiar cross with the sacred image of Jesus. A similar crucifix as that of Lourdes, France. The church is such a perfect setting, everything seemed so surprisingly wonderful and surreal.
Little trivia: The church is the only all-steel church in the Philippines, made by a French engineer – Gustave Eiffel who also made the famous landmark Eiffel Tower in Paris.
And it hurts because a year ago my father died suddenly and unexpectedly, missing him in the most significant day in my life… I would have wanted him to be there even in wheelchair. But, the turn of events were tough, became even more difficult when my father-in law was again hospitalized and placed in ICU and my mom-in law needing to stay with him. And so both my in-laws and my Dadi were missing, it was painfully sweet and special.
The wedding was almost perfect, maybe perfect, because everything was God’s gift to me and Erik.
I opted for a simple one and specifically asked the photo/videographer to capture raw, candid, real emotions. I skipped many traditional scenes and the reason for this is that my life has too much melancholy and sadness already. No need to be fancy and dramatic. Masking the blues with laughters, giggles and smiles. At the back of my mind, I’d wished for Dadi to be there, handsome in his Barong Tagalog. Maybe, a chance for us to bond and to be a little vocal of how we actually feel. I missed the opportunity to tell him I love him, a goodbye never said, a guilt that affects me and regret that changed my life then on.
This post is to honor the memory of my dad, for my late brother as well. Taking opportunity to remember with love those who are no longer with us, they are in our hearts forever.
Happily ever after continues on next post…
Thank you to these awesome people/team ♥️
Ceremony: Basilica Menor de San Sebastián
Reception: Casa Roces Malacañan
BridalCar: Don Robert
Florist/Stylist: Amelia Blossoms
Today, I’m sharing something more personal or perhaps painful. My life with Endometriosis. I’ve been afflicted with Endometriosis before I was even diagnosed many years ago. Symptoms like painful periods (dysmenorrhea) and excessive bleeding (menorraghia) disrupted and sometimes crippled my normal daily living.
I’ve been afflicted with Endometriosis before I was even diagnosed many years ago.
Whenever people asked me about my condition, most of them have no idea about it. They’re far more clueless here in the Philippines, where more “popular” diseases are given focus. And I’m hoping that sharing my story will help others and bring awareness to this incurable condition.
Endometriosis affects one of ten women in the reproductive age or roughly 176 women million are affected around the world.
It is considered incurable since there’s no specific cure available and it takes an average of 7 years to diagnose this condition accurately. The options available to manage discomfort is either to take hormonal therapy which I’m now having or surgically removed it (hysterectomy).
Sometime ago, I underwent surgery and laparoscopy to removed some cysts and adhesions in my body. Biopsy revealed the cysts to be non-malignant and everything seemed to be a temporary ease. For about a year I was relieved of discomfort. But even before I thought I’m “Endometriosis-free” my menstrual pains hit again. This time coupled with headache, dizziness and weakness (malaise).
I went to see a new Ob-Gyne here in Cebu because we reside here already. She reminded me that this condition is lifetime unless I’ll have hysterectomy or early menopause. I was given two choices – oral hormonal therapy or via injections. I opted for the least intimidating one – oral therapy. This, according to my Ob-Gyne will control my hormones in revolt. The recent ultrasound displayed new cysts on both ovaries, Fallopian tubes adhering to the ovary/uterus, and uterus grew slightly bigger. It sounded familiar to me, or maybe I’m already immune with medical revelations as such. What my doctor did to me after this disclosure was heart-warming, she gave me a hug that comforted me up to this very day. I wish all doctors are like her…
Months of therapy, so far, pains feel bearable. Occasional headaches but I guess that’s due to my allergic rhinitis. I’m gaining weight, oh no! But I prefer this than excruciating pain, for sufferers like me this is much better.
– for sufferers like me this is much better.
Story continues on next post…
Thanks for your time,
My Endometriosis Story: Post Op