Pulmonic Stenosis (PS)
is an abnormal narrowing
of the right ventricular outflow tract or stricture
of the pulmonary artery.
This abnormality leads to
the enlargement of the
right ventricle and the
increase of the heart
blood pressure.
Treatment involves surgical correction of the stenosis - plastic surgery performed on a heart valve (valvuloplasty) or balloon valvuloplasty (an alternative to surgery procedure in which a narrowed heart valve is stretched open using a procedure that does not require open heart surgery).
The balloon valvuloplasty usually decreases the pressure in the heart and increases exercises tolerance but it has limitations.
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help Timmy live!
Hello and Aroooooooooooo to YOU! My
name is Timmy and I’m a purebred beagle. I am just a few years old and
very handsome if I do say so myself!
I was rescued from the
gas chambers in Virginia. It is a terrible fate for any animal,
and YES it still happens to cute animals like me—even in the year 2007
when I was saved—luck was with me. I came to the Sterling Shelter
about a month ago. Some nice vet person was doing my exam and noticed
that my ticker (heart) had some issues. So after being transported
from one vet to another, they told the nice Shelter people that
I have something called pulmonary stenosis and I needed a balloon
angioplasty. I guess it is common in MY breed (how lucky again!). They
say that if I don’t have the surgery that I will experience bouts of
unconsciousness and may go in to heart failure. I don’t know what that
is, but it doesn’t sound good.
I’ve been very patient and tolerant but I DO NOT like those mean vets
sticking me with needles. The cardiologist at Tufts said he could fix
me, but the estimate is about $3,000!!!! Can you imagine? I sure wish
I had insurance like most people do. So NOW the Shelter staff is on a
life saving mission to help me live a great and long life.
My foster mom said I was super smart and cute and well behaved. I was
very well-mannered and even loved her resident dogs and cat. I never
made pee-pees in the house. I did my business outside like a big boy!
Okay, so I DID de-squeak a toy or two or four, but since I’m so cute,
no one could get mad, they just laugh.
Now that I got neutered (definitely not
happy about that) I am ready to have my heart surgery. The Shelter
can’t really afford it, so they are doing something called a
FUN–raiser. They promise me that I’m gonna’ get a better heart . So
I’m gonna’ have a NEW foster mom and dad who will care for me until
the Shelter can pay for my surgery.
I really don’t want to die and I’m very scared. I have a lot of love
to give and lots more squeaky toys to murder. I really want my own
home ’cuz where I came from I was just dumped alongside a road when my
human didn’t want me. I was scared, cold, and hungry, but most of all,
I was lonely.
I was lucky enough to find my way to a kind rescue person who helped
me avoid the gas chambers. The angel sent me to a wonderful place she
called New England. She told me that people in New England were way
nicer than from my place. There is something called families that love
dogs like me, let me sleep on a bed. have great food, and even let you
in the house! I couldn’t wait to get here and now I can’t wait to feel
better. I don’t really have pain or anything—other than the sadness
that the Shelter people have in their eyes when they look at me and
shake their heads and wonder how they can afford to help me.
The staff here love me, pet me, and even smooch on me. Every now and
then they even—ughhh—bathe me and make a fuss. I’m a boy! Don’t they
know I hate baths? The food is okay and the company of the other
homeless pets is pretty good. But I really want a home to call my own.
See, the Shelter people can’t adopt me out officially till I get
my heart fixed.
So, if you can please spare a few bones—I mean dollars—to help a
hound? I just can’t stand to watch the Shelter staff anymore.
Sometimes when they see me, they have water dripping from their eyes.
The other animals here tell me its called crying. That’s what they do
when they feel sorry for pets like me that need lots of work that they
can’t afford.
Note from the Staff: Timmy is an
exceptional dog and we really hope our supporters and alumni will help
us fix him!
How you can donate:
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