Let’s pretend that atypical heart attack symptoms don’t exist

by Carolyn Thomas    @HeartSisters  ♥  February 25, 2018

Two cardiology reports landed in my inbox on the same day this past week, inside the same issue of the same cardiology journal. The first was a Yale University study on how women, particularly women younger than age 55, fare worse after surviving a heart attack compared to male counterparts, partly because of a tendency to present with vague or atypical symptoms that can delay accurate diagnoses.(1) The second was about the future of the American Heart Association’s Go Red For Women® campaign.(2)* Both papers were published in the journal, Circulation.

The trouble was this: each report seemed to contradict the other. Continue reading “Let’s pretend that atypical heart attack symptoms don’t exist”

Eileen’s story: “When my surgeon opened up my heart, my artery disintegrated”

♥  It’s Heart Month!  

Watch and learn, ladies: This is the Eileen Williams Story  (2:38)

from The Heart Truth: National Heart, Blood & Lung Institute

Q: What have you done to help your own heart this month?

Carolyn’s Note, Monday, April 3, 2017:

I am very sad to learn today of Eileen’s death. She attended the WomenHeart Science & Leadership Symposium at Mayo Clinic in 2005, three years before I did.  Eileen was extremely active in her community, touching an immeasurable amount of lives with her wonderful humour and spirit.

Eileen worked 32 years with the Arlington County Police Department. She was an EMS Chief and Paramedic for the Buckhall Volunteer Fire Department, and was instrumental in launching a program with three fire departments in Prince William County to provide HeartScarves to women heart patients in their ambulances. As an EMT instructor, she delivered many WomenHeart@Work heart health presentations to paramedics, 911 operators and social service representatives. In 2015, Eileen was presented the Healthcare Heroine Award by the March of Dimes for her work as a trainer with Training 911 Inc. 

Rest in peace, my dear heart sister . . .