The beginning..
Year 2013 (Freshman year in High School)
"Mom, during my tennis class I felt like I was about to passed out."... my daughter told me. She was homeschooled for her 7th and 8th grade. I thought maybe she was out of shape or condition playing a sport for the first time. She kept on telling me how difficult it was for her to keep up with the rest of the team. I took her to the doctor. The doctor said she had asthma. She kept complaining... then she had sports asthma...( I never knew there was a sports asthma), then they diagnosed her with acid reflux. She took the medications as prescribed and it seemed to help a little but the feeling of passing out, out of breath, chest pain were still there. She was always thinking of others and decided to hide her discomfort from us her parents. She will complain to her sister, sometimes the pain was too much, that made her be awake at night. The pressure of the chest was getting stronger and stronger.
Tennis season was over and she was happy to finish that first semester being a freshman in High School. The next semester came along she did not get into any sports right away. Then a group of friends invited her to join the swimming team... she did not know how to swim. She asked me if I would let her enter, I said it would be fine. Concerned of her not being able to swim, she admirably learned to swim in three days and kept a low profile in the swimming team. I was so proud of her (especially since I don't know how to swim myself). She kept being out of breath and her heart rate was going up. We got back on insurance (we were without it for a while) ... and took her to the doctor. He made a request to watch her heart. We follow his instructions to make sure nothing serious would be creeping under our noses. After a series of tests for the heart. I asked him.."Can you please, give her lab work?" His response.."Let me do my job. If I find it necessary, I will ask for one." Feeling that I might have offended him (a heated discussion between him and I came about), I lay low and tried to control myself for the benefit of my daughter. I'll be honest, I did not like te doctor, he seemed too arrogant and I just did not feel good about him. Waited another month for the next appointment at the same clinic. I thought I was going to see the same doctor, but he was no longer there. (Maybe my instincts were not wrong about him at all)... we had a woman Dr. After a little confrontation with her because I did not like for her to tell my daughter if she needed condoms or any birth control to let her know and she would be able to get that for her. I about to pull my hair with what she was saying that to her, without any warning and solely because it is a state law of California. Then we got into a confrontation why I did not want to let my daughter have two vaccines. At the end of the consultation... I asked, "Can you please give her a lab test?" She said, looking at my daughter and pointing to her, "Her BMI looks perfect, she has good color, she looks good and I don't think is necessary at this moment." Again, I felt that I was being let down and maybe I just was overreacting. (I believe this was a Friday)... Next Monday night... my daughter tells me... "Mom, Celeste is really hurting. She's crying." My daughter said, "Mom, please take me to the hospital, I feel like I'm dying."
Diagnosis: Severe anemia 6.1 Heart Rate: 150+
If would have waited ... she would probably have had a heart attack. A 15-year-old girl.
"Mom, during my tennis class I felt like I was about to passed out."... my daughter told me. She was homeschooled for her 7th and 8th grade. I thought maybe she was out of shape or condition playing a sport for the first time. She kept on telling me how difficult it was for her to keep up with the rest of the team. I took her to the doctor. The doctor said she had asthma. She kept complaining... then she had sports asthma...( I never knew there was a sports asthma), then they diagnosed her with acid reflux. She took the medications as prescribed and it seemed to help a little but the feeling of passing out, out of breath, chest pain were still there. She was always thinking of others and decided to hide her discomfort from us her parents. She will complain to her sister, sometimes the pain was too much, that made her be awake at night. The pressure of the chest was getting stronger and stronger.
Tennis season was over and she was happy to finish that first semester being a freshman in High School. The next semester came along she did not get into any sports right away. Then a group of friends invited her to join the swimming team... she did not know how to swim. She asked me if I would let her enter, I said it would be fine. Concerned of her not being able to swim, she admirably learned to swim in three days and kept a low profile in the swimming team. I was so proud of her (especially since I don't know how to swim myself). She kept being out of breath and her heart rate was going up. We got back on insurance (we were without it for a while) ... and took her to the doctor. He made a request to watch her heart. We follow his instructions to make sure nothing serious would be creeping under our noses. After a series of tests for the heart. I asked him.."Can you please, give her lab work?" His response.."Let me do my job. If I find it necessary, I will ask for one." Feeling that I might have offended him (a heated discussion between him and I came about), I lay low and tried to control myself for the benefit of my daughter. I'll be honest, I did not like te doctor, he seemed too arrogant and I just did not feel good about him. Waited another month for the next appointment at the same clinic. I thought I was going to see the same doctor, but he was no longer there. (Maybe my instincts were not wrong about him at all)... we had a woman Dr. After a little confrontation with her because I did not like for her to tell my daughter if she needed condoms or any birth control to let her know and she would be able to get that for her. I about to pull my hair with what she was saying that to her, without any warning and solely because it is a state law of California. Then we got into a confrontation why I did not want to let my daughter have two vaccines. At the end of the consultation... I asked, "Can you please give her a lab test?" She said, looking at my daughter and pointing to her, "Her BMI looks perfect, she has good color, she looks good and I don't think is necessary at this moment." Again, I felt that I was being let down and maybe I just was overreacting. (I believe this was a Friday)... Next Monday night... my daughter tells me... "Mom, Celeste is really hurting. She's crying." My daughter said, "Mom, please take me to the hospital, I feel like I'm dying."
Diagnosis: Severe anemia 6.1 Heart Rate: 150+
If would have waited ... she would probably have had a heart attack. A 15-year-old girl.
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