My Broken Heart

I did not die from the massive heat attack I had in July 2025, but I spent the next few months wishing I had. I was not suicidal, but I was in a dark place, "If only I would just stop breathing," ran through my mind like a runaway train.

I was living with the fact, that I did not get there by accident. I was at least fifty pounds overweight and struggled to maintain the status quo. I had learned nothing from my 2018 heart attack and I was stubborn. I refused to take my meds, or follow a heart healthy diet or lifestyle. I hadn't seen my cardiologist in years. I had gone completely rouge and I deserved everything I got and probably less than I deserved.

I had a broken heart, both figuratively and literally and my only option was open heart surgery.  

Okay, don't look so glum. I lived! This story is about survival! I'm getting my life back Actually no! It's more than that! It's about getting my happy, dancing, skinny pre-covid life back!

So buck up!