Aug 30, 2022
Pulmonary hypertension patient, Larissa Domenichelli discusses her rare disease diagnosis and why she feels like a 73 year old trapped in a 37 year old's body.
My name is Larissa Domenichelli. I'm from Cloverdale,
California. My connection with pulmonary hypertension is I was
diagnosed in November of 2020. I was in heart failure. Little did I
know it was about six or seven months, just progressively short of
breath. Feeling faint. It all started when I was working as a
dialysis tech. You have to move. Clean those machines. Get those
patients on and off. You have three shifts, three different
patients, four times in a 14 hour shift. I just couldn't move like
I used to. I used to play basketball. I was really good. I just
couldn't move like that anymore. I noticed that's when COVID came
out, too. A coworker actually joked with me and said, "You have
COVID, huh?" I said, "Yeah, no, no." Little did I know, my heart
was starting to shut down right then and there. As time went on, I
got worse and worse. I couldn't even work.
I just refused to go to the emergency room because of COVID. I have
been in the medical field my whole life. In the back of my head, I
kind of knew something was going that was serious, but I refused to
go to the emergency room because I did not want to be there alone.
Because that's scary. On November 5th of 2020, when I checked
myself into the ER and I heard the nurse saying, "STAT," and three
or four people rushing me to get an EKG and a CT. Here's the doctor
come in asking me questions. I honestly was in disbelief. I did not
believe that I was in heart failure. I'm too young. I'm 37. I don't
even have half my life put behind me.
When the cardiologist came in and said, "We're going to do a heart
catheterization on you tomorrow," I was in shock. I said, "Maybe I
should call my mom now and tell her I'm here." They were also going
to take me up to ICU. They were going to put a bypass machine on
me, which is a machine for breathing, as all us pulmonary
hypertension patients know. That was really scary to me. My O2 sat
was 50, when I was admitted. I couldn't even take 10 steps without
gasping for air and doubling over and almost fainting. I couldn't
do anything myself. When I went up to ICU, I called my mom. My mom
came and was really surprised that I said this so nonchalantly,
because like I said, I was still in disbelief. I am 37. This is not
happening to me right now.
The next day, they ended up doing the heart catheterization. I got
out of the hospital seven days later. Mind you, I'm on six
medications for the rest of my life now. The doctor did tell me
that it was due to an atrial septal defect, which is a hole in my
heart, which makes the oxygen and blood go two separate ways, which
causes pulmonary hypertension. Basically, there was nothing I could
do to prevent it, I guess. Now I see a cardiologist every three
months. I still have trouble breathing. I just started a new
medication, my sixth medication, actually. I can actually walk
upstairs now without gasping for air and I can actually carry
things, somewhat. Carrying things upstairs is super hard for me. It
really sucks when you're only 37 again, and you have to ask for
help constantly. After being in the hospital and going through
that, I went through a bad breakup and then I got evicted and then
it just went downhill from there. But things are starting to look
up now.
I did get a job in the oncology unit, which makes me grateful for
being alive and my life isn't that bad. It takes a lot to accept
it. I never thought in my life I would be at 37, not being able to
shoot a basketball. Not being able to run down a basketball court.
Not being able to rebound. Not being able to run down the stairs,
or run after my dog. It really puts a toll on your self-esteem and
your dignity and everything.
Now I'm still struggling. I still have really high pressure in my
lungs. Mind you, when I was in the hospital, my pressure in my
lungs was 88 and a normal person is supposed to be 12. My pressure
in my lungs right now is 84. The cardiologist is still working on
getting my lungs down. I'm trying to get in to see a pulmonologist
here in California. It's really hard to get in to see a
pulmonologist, because there's not too many of them, that
specialize in that field. I've also researched it a lot, which I
don't know if it’s a good thing, because the life expectancy and
stuff that they tell you online was really scary.
After being diagnosed, what really makes me think a lot is why
we're here for such a short amount of time. What is the point of
that? I'm still trying to figure that out. I don't know. I guess
because I won't live as long as I would've before I found out I had
this, I guess you could say. I am Italian and we live forever, they
say. It's just been really crazy. I have taken up this art called
paint pouring and I do tiles. I make spoon plates and coasters with
my free time ,because I don't work full time because I get too
tired. When I get too tired, then I'm gasping for air. My oxygen's
low. I get a headache. It's just a domino effect. Also being 37,
having to take six medications a day is just not fun. I didn't
think I would be 73 at 37. Like I said, I'm still accepting it. I'm
trying to accept it. It's been really hard.
Not being able to breathe is really scary. When you're gasping for
air after you've been walking only down the stairs and people are
looking at you like, "What's wrong?" And you're like, "Just give me
a second. I'm just trying to catch my breath here.” You almost feel
like you're going to pass out, but you don't want to tell them
that, because you don't want to scare them.
The medication is super important. My doctor said I probably won't
have to do IV infusions right now, which I work in an infusion
center. One side's oncology, one side's infusion, so I see this. I
see these patients. I see how it works, the whole process. It's a
part-time job for those people. They're there sometimes three times
a week. I definitely don't want to have infusions.
My doctor talked about a double lung transplant and a heart
transplant. I don't even know if I would even think about that.
That's such a huge, huge thing, because I've seen patients with
kidney transplants and it's like their world has just begun. They
didn't want to put me under anesthesia all the way when I was in
the hospital. Now my pressure's almost that high again. I don't
want to attempt even anything like that. It's just scary.
I would rather give the transplant up and give it and let a child
go. I'm not saying that I deserve to die, but I'm saying my lungs
are already whatever. If a child is there, then they deserve it. I
think that. I can't have kids now because of this last prescription
that I've started. I had to actually have a surgical procedure. I
had my tubes tied. I can't have children now. I have kind of
accepted it, but I would want a child to have a wonderful life
instead of have to worry about what I have to worry about. It's not
fun. Some days are worse than others, but I couldn't imagine being
a child going through it, I couldn't.
My job, those patients ring the bell every day, those cancer
patients. I'm not saying I'm going to be cured, but I know I'll be
able to get better by taking better care of myself, which it's in
and out. No salt. Then again, sometimes you can't exercise like you
want. That's how I take my anger, my stress. I run. I used to do
kickboxing. There's no way. One day, I'll be able to do it again, I
think. It's just baby steps. It really is baby steps, especially
when you're dealing with the lungs.
To young people, I would say if they had any symptoms, I would go
to the doctor right away. I wouldn't have waited six or seven
months, no way. If I had to do it over again, no way. Maybe they
could have not cured it, but maybe I could be on four medications
instead of six. I don't know. Would've, should've, could've. I
would just say, young people, just take care of yourself. Exercise
is really important, because I would have spouts where, after high
school, I wouldn't exercise for months at a time. They say sitting
is the new smoking, so that's super bad for you.
My name is Larissa Domenichelli and I'm aware that I am rare.
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