Iris Welch is living the dream.
She has five healthy grandchildren. She spends holidays serving her family extravagant meals. (âWeâre Southern, so we do every dish,â she said.) She still sees her mother almost every day. She spends her spare time tending to her immaculate garden in the backyard of her Houston home. She enjoys frequent movie nights with her husband of more than four decades. Sheâs spending her retirement traveling the world.
Every Motherâs Day, she invites everyone over â usually 40 to 50 people â and makes a massive brunch complete with a mimosa station, buffet table and blooming flowers in her garden. âNot everybody has their mom. Iâm blessed to have mine with me. I thought, âWhy have everyone sit at home all day feeling sad when we can all just be together?â Iâll cook and weâll have fun,â she said.
Right now, âlife is good. Seriously, life is good.â
But sheâll be the first to tell you that for much of the past decade, the dream sheâs living in couldnât have felt more out of reach.
In 2010, Iris was diagnosed with breast cancer. âSo much uncertainty was out there,â but she had a solid support system and sought treatment through chemotherapy. She was determined to beat it. Sure enough, after completing chemo in 2011, her âcancer freeâ declaration was the light at the end of that tunnel.
She expected that it would take time for her body to return to normal. Still, two years later, Iris was shocked by how quickly and easily sheâd get winded at work: âWalking up one floor of stairs felt like walking up a monument. I went and got a gym membership and thought, âWhy am I feeling worse the longer Iâm on the treadmill?ââ
Irisâs mom recommended she see her cardiologist. She took momâs advice.
Her cardiologist wasnât particularly concerned about the results from her echocardiogram and EKG. He discussed the impact of her diet on her heartâs health and sent her on her way. Much like her experience on the treadmill, Iris knew she was getting worse, running in place and getting nowhere. She wanted answers.
Iris remembers the day she couldnât avoid it any longer. Just a few weeks later, she couldnât breathe. She immediately went back to her cardiologistâs office minutes before they were set to close for the weekend, and received another echocardiogram and EKG. Her results showed that only 19% of blood was being ejected from her left ventricle per heartbeat â more than 30% below average â leaving her vulnerable to severe heart episodes.
The culprit: Her chemotherapy to combat breast cancer had damaged her heart.
As someone whose âfavorite thing to doâ is care for her loved ones, it was difficult to accept that at only 50, she needed some serious care herself.
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