Troy's Story

 

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TROY'S STORY

 


If you smile at the bad times the good times feel amazing. (Troy's saying)

Hi my name is Troy Croker, I am a heart baby.

 

I was born on 30/01/80. I was a very unemotional baby I’d just lay there no smiles no giggles not very often I’d cry either I was just lifeless. When feeding from a bottle I’d have beads of sweat running off me. At 4mnths I was taken to the Ipswich General Hospital where I was transferred to the Prince Charles Hospital, Chermside. Once there I was taken under the wing of Dr Dorothy Radford (cardiologist) and Dr Greg Stafford (cardiac surgeon). After many ECG’s,  Echo’s and an angiogram  My heart was found to be1½ times normal size and I had aortic stenosis. I can’t remember any of this as I was 4 months old at the time so I can only tell you what I can remember being told. I had an aortic valvotomy.

The operation was a success. I needed no medication.  As the years past and I started school, my mum could never stress enough to me the importance of looking after myself (thanks mum).

I never actually felt like I was different to the other kids, just that I wasn’t allowed to go on some of the rides at Dreamworld.  Although there were a couple of school camps I missed out on because they had real long bush walks on them. I was around 10 years old when I started to get migraines and my energy levels were dropping. During this whole time I was having check-up after check-up at the Prince Charles with Dr Radford and Dr Stafford keeping a watchful eye on my progress. We were told I’d need another operation. A donor Aortic valve Transplant. I was put on the waiting list and my list of not to do’s just kept growing.  It was frustrating at times but I always felt safe. At 11 years of age I went under the knife again with Radford and Stafford again taking charge. I received my first donor aortic valve, Thank you. Recovery time, this one I do remember and It wasn’t to bad. I remember tubes coming out of my arms tummy and chest and remember being so happy when I opened my eyes afterwards and I was alive. I recovered in amazing time I think I was in and out of hospital in less then 8 days, off all meds within a couple of weeks. When I got home I found that my class from school had put together scrap books for me and this helped my spirit immensely. After a few weeks, I started going back to school half days at first then a couple of weeks later I returned full time. I was alive.