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Hey everyone! Our co-worker Serita is facing some pretty serious challenges in her life right now. The FPD family is trying to help her along her journey. Below is her story...
Hello everyone… My name is Serita. I’m 36, and a dispatcher with the Fairfax Police Department after many years as an EMT and in Search and Rescue. I started a food charity in my home-town a few years back, and have spent the last 20 years of my life finding joy in both being busy and in being of service. And suddenly, as happens in life, things are really different. ! !
I was born with a pretty common heart valve issue, something for which surgery has always been a far-distant possibility (think 60s or 70s!), but that didn’t ever have much of an impact on my day to day life. Unfortunately, over the past year and some, the valve decided it’d had enough and started failing. Additionally, over the past few months, I started to experience increasingly longer and scarier episodes of a complicated and hard-to-diagnose tachycardia, too.
The last episode got me an ambulance ride of my own from work — pushing all sorts of drugs and defibrillating while I was awake — in to a month-long yo-yo ride in and out of the ER/ICU while they try to figure out what’s going on. While it’s unclear if this newly diagnosed ventricular tachycardia is related to the valve issue, or is an entirely separate issue, what has become clear is that it is serious. A couple of procedures were done and the tachycardia is better controlled, but teams of doctors are still trying to figure out how to balance addressing the VT with my need for valve surgery. ! !
All of this, with so many more details and contingencies that my head is spinning, bring me to a place I am adjusting as best I can to… Exhaustion, shortness of breath, pain, dizziness, and the perpetual fear that every flutter will be the one that lands me back in hospital. I’ve always had so much energy and done so much, and now find myself needing to move so slowly, unable to work, go to school, or even to drive. I am scared, and overwhelmed, and also so grateful for so much… For my department and all their support, for my boyfriend and friends (both parents passed away many years ago, so these folks are especially dear to me for stepping in to fill the role of family), and for medical insurance and the era of medical technology that we live in that is saving my life. ! !
I’m not good at asking for help. I want to be able to do this all myself, power through this tough time like I have every other tough time before, and get right back to feeling like the optimistic, physically capable and autonomous human that I was before all this started. And instead I get to slow down, to get familiar with feeling weak and vulnerable, to get friendly with both my fear and my fortitude, and to learn to ask for help. Because…!
My vacation/sick/comp hours have been depleted. My department is so generously working to see what hours can be donated to me for the next couple of months that I am unable to work as they sort this all out and surgeries happen. And honestly, while money and the financial details of life are so important, from here I’m just… a little removed from it all. It is new to me to feel financial concerns sort of fall away, to trust that the bills will be covered, that that part of life will be ok. Because right now all I can focus on is that I am alive and grateful for the kinds of lessons found only in struggling through tough times. Financial security/money is important, but not the most important. ! !
So… Thank you for whatever you can do, and for all that you already do…! !
Serita
Hello everyone… My name is Serita. I’m 36, and a dispatcher with the Fairfax Police Department after many years as an EMT and in Search and Rescue. I started a food charity in my home-town a few years back, and have spent the last 20 years of my life finding joy in both being busy and in being of service. And suddenly, as happens in life, things are really different. ! !
I was born with a pretty common heart valve issue, something for which surgery has always been a far-distant possibility (think 60s or 70s!), but that didn’t ever have much of an impact on my day to day life. Unfortunately, over the past year and some, the valve decided it’d had enough and started failing. Additionally, over the past few months, I started to experience increasingly longer and scarier episodes of a complicated and hard-to-diagnose tachycardia, too.
The last episode got me an ambulance ride of my own from work — pushing all sorts of drugs and defibrillating while I was awake — in to a month-long yo-yo ride in and out of the ER/ICU while they try to figure out what’s going on. While it’s unclear if this newly diagnosed ventricular tachycardia is related to the valve issue, or is an entirely separate issue, what has become clear is that it is serious. A couple of procedures were done and the tachycardia is better controlled, but teams of doctors are still trying to figure out how to balance addressing the VT with my need for valve surgery. ! !
All of this, with so many more details and contingencies that my head is spinning, bring me to a place I am adjusting as best I can to… Exhaustion, shortness of breath, pain, dizziness, and the perpetual fear that every flutter will be the one that lands me back in hospital. I’ve always had so much energy and done so much, and now find myself needing to move so slowly, unable to work, go to school, or even to drive. I am scared, and overwhelmed, and also so grateful for so much… For my department and all their support, for my boyfriend and friends (both parents passed away many years ago, so these folks are especially dear to me for stepping in to fill the role of family), and for medical insurance and the era of medical technology that we live in that is saving my life. ! !
I’m not good at asking for help. I want to be able to do this all myself, power through this tough time like I have every other tough time before, and get right back to feeling like the optimistic, physically capable and autonomous human that I was before all this started. And instead I get to slow down, to get familiar with feeling weak and vulnerable, to get friendly with both my fear and my fortitude, and to learn to ask for help. Because…!
My vacation/sick/comp hours have been depleted. My department is so generously working to see what hours can be donated to me for the next couple of months that I am unable to work as they sort this all out and surgeries happen. And honestly, while money and the financial details of life are so important, from here I’m just… a little removed from it all. It is new to me to feel financial concerns sort of fall away, to trust that the bills will be covered, that that part of life will be ok. Because right now all I can focus on is that I am alive and grateful for the kinds of lessons found only in struggling through tough times. Financial security/money is important, but not the most important. ! !
So… Thank you for whatever you can do, and for all that you already do…! !
Serita
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Serita Basilio-Lewis
Organizer
Fairfax, CA