I am a heart patient.
In Mar. 1997 I had my first heart attack. Since then
I have had a total of five heart attacks, three stents implanted, four
angioplasties, and one triple bypass. On Apr. 15, 2004 I had a small
stroke, which only gave me a little difficulty in speaking, handwriting,
and typing. (And NO, it wasn't anything tax-related!)
Sometimes I wonder why I am still alive. Perhaps I
just haven't accomplished whatever it is I'm here for.
Heart disease is now the Number One killer of women in the
United States. Please support the American Heart Association.
Someone YOU love may die of heart disease in the very near future.
Whatever else people may say about me when I'm gone,
I have touched the lives of everyone that I could, in the most positive
way I could. I have never found any real happiness in my life. I
have endured more than most people I know, and became a stronger person for
it. I suffered more abuse than almost anyone I know, and survived.
I have loved in vain... but you know what they say: Better
to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all. The heart...
well, perhaps it was just broken so many times it just couldn't be fixed any
more. And I have probably failed at more than I succeeded at, but I
think it's far more important that you do your best, than you succeed.
I hope that after I am gone I finally find a little peace. God knows I couldn't find it in this world.