Braless at the Heart Institute

Warning:  The word “bra” is used throughout this post.

The City of Ottawa has an excellent Heart Institute, which forms part of the Ottawa Civic Hospital.  This week my youngest daughter was admitted as a patient at this facility because of recurring problems with her heart. 

She has known for some time about the heart condition she has, called AV Block (arterial ventricular block) where the electrical conductivity of the heart goes wonky and her heart beat becomes very irregular.  But two weeks ago, she collapsed at work and she has been in and out of hospital, consulting with specialists, and undergoing a series of tests.

Last weekend she was admitted to the heart institute and I have been spending most days with her, talking to her, bringing her cards and letters from her children, and mothering her.  A mother’s love has no bounds and yesterday I was given the opportunity to prove it.

Early in the morning, she had an echocardiogram, which is an ultrasound of the heart.  It is non-invasive and was no problem for her, even in her weakened state.  In the afternoon, they scheduled her for a stress test.  For this test, a person must run or walk on a treadmill while connected to a bunch of monitors. 

Now everyone knows that when they run on a treadmill, on a sidewalk, or on a beach, females have to wear a bra.  If you happen to be generously endowed, it becomes even more essential.  I think you get the point.

But, she hadn’t brought a bra to the hospital when she went there at 4:30 a.m. on Sunday. 

What would you do?  What would any mother do?  I took off my bra and handed it to her.  It was a perfect fit and she went off to do the test secure in the knowledge that she wouldn’t do herself an injury.

I, on the other hand, was a little self-conscious.  I mean, these were working breasts, and they are a little tired, if you get my drift.  I’m just not as perky as I was when I was 14.  I didn’t EXPECT to be braless at this esteemed institution, and I spent an uncomfortable half hour until my daughter returned with the bra in her hand. 

She had so many wires attached to her that she had to take the bra off anyway.

There was something not quite normal with that test so they are going to be doing another test tomorrow.  This time it will be a CT scan of the heart.  Her case is an interesting one.  The doctors, residents and specialists alike, are excited by it.  Us, not so much!!!

I feel good about the fact that I gave the bra off my back to help my daughter in her hour of need.  Would you have done the same???