I know no one knows but on April third I went in to the hospital with a brush with death.  I had been in my moldy home for to long and I began to sufficate.  When I went into the hospital the had to sidate me to put a tube down my throut.  From what Travis tells me (cuz i was out like a light) I fought five doctors and him to the point that they had to strap me down and give me a drug that paralizes your body.  After that the mucuse in my lungs had gotten so bad that I could no longer breath on my own.  I was put on life support for 24hrs.  I woke up the next day after they took me off the ventalator.  Then they gave me a commen ashmea med.  albuteral and it triggered a dorment heart condition.  I had four attacks in the hospital were my heart beat had reatched 275 beats per min.  They said I was doing better so they sent me home.  I was in a hotel room for maybe six hours when I was eating chocolate and I had the worst attack of them all.  Travis couldn't even count the beats.  When the ambulence reached the hospital and they hooked me up I had the highest anyone around had seen.  I had reached 310 beats per min.  and I was risking my heart stopping.  They gave me  three doses of meds.  that had slowed my heart before in the hospital.  Nothing was working and even the ER doc.  looked concerned.  They only had one other option.  The sidated me again and had to hook electrical panels to my chest and shock me.  It only took once but it slowed my heart down.  Travis said even though I was out of it when the shock came I stud strait up whith eyes wide open.  After a day of recovery and one last attack on my heart they told me that I had to have heart surgery.  That every attack was hurting my baby and in turn I would kill my child in time.  So they sent me to Grand Junction and I had to be awake through my surgery.  They suck these tubes through my main arteries in my leg and one in my arm.  Then they ran these rodes up the tubes.  It felt like worms crawling through me.  They triggered a heart attack and realized my problem.  When my mother carried my brother she had done speed and then with me acid.  It made it were I was born with a defect in my heart.  I was born with two pace makers and the athsmea meds. had triggered a endless circute through my heart.  They then froze out the extra pace maker and the surgery took 1hr. 1/2.  Now I am much better but I almost lost my life twice.  I was so scared that at 19 carring my child I would lose my life.  I am still not out of the frying pan yet because they are not sure if that was the whole problem.  So pray for me and my baby(which I found out is a boy) and keep us in your thoughts.