For Some Reason Jess Isn’t Able To Write Long Messages On Her X Account. She Wanted To Explain Her Experience With Her Heart Attack And Surgery. So She Had To Type Everything Out On Her Laptop. She Just Emailed Me Her Message To All Of You. I’m Going To Paste It Here. If It Works. Please Share Her Story If Possible.
My Heart Attack Story
Thanksgiving Evening
It was Thanksgiving, and I wasn’t feeling well. My kids brought us food, and after eating I felt what I thought was heartburn and acid reflux. Few days before, my arms had hurt—like I’d been punched—but that night the pain grew worse, spreading to my back. I went to bed early, hoping rest would help.
The Warning Signs
The next day I felt a little better, but by evening the burning in my chest returned, along with the pain in my arms and back. I took my sleeping medication and went to bed. The following morning, my husband Justin woke me up. I still felt the pain and wanted to sleep it off, but he insisted: “We need to go to the ER.” Something told him it wasn’t right.
At the ER
We both checked in—Justin was having seizure activity, and I was struggling with what I thought was heartburn. The doctors ran an EKG and blood work. My blood pressure was dangerously low: 70/34. They gave me medicine for heartburn, not realizing the true problem. Minutes later, a “Code Blue” was called. I texted Justin, assuring him it wasn’t me. But five minutes later, the Code Blue was for my room.
As they wheeled me out, I asked the nurse to take my purse and keys to Justin. He saw me for only two seconds—shaking, knees buckling, panic overwhelming him.
Emergency Surgery
Upstairs, the doctors explained they needed to place four stents. They numbed my arm, but the calming medicine didn’t work—I was awake, watching, and praying with everything I had. Justin called my daughter, who rushed to the hospital, and his daughter, who told him to pray from afar. Justin Reached out to Lfleezy who is on this app and he did a post for prayers.
The surgery lasted hours, though it felt like ten hours. When I finally reached recovery, my daughter walked in, shocked but grateful I was alive. I called Justin to tell him: “I made it. I’m alive.” He cried with relief.
Recovery
After an hour, I was moved to a room. On the way, I saw Justin walking toward me in the hallway. I broke down, overwhelmed with gratitude. Over the next few days, nurses checked on me every 15 minutes. My blood pressure stabilized, my sugar levels slowly improved, and doctors came and went—each one a hero in my eyes.
Day by day, I grew stronger. LHGrey who is on this app posted a prayer request post. Love You!
My Message
Ladies, this is why I share my story: watch out for the warning signs. Chest pain, back pain, arm pain, it can feel like severe heartburn, but it may be your heart. Don’t wait. Don’t dismiss it. Go in.
I am home now. Justin won’t let me lift a finger, He has a broken neck and back but still takes care of me and are fur babies. I walk a little each day. My heart doctor appointment is on the 10th. I am grateful beyond words—for the doctors, for my family, and for the prayers that carried me through.
The prayers worked. You all mean the world to me. Love you all and You all are amazing people!