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Monday, November 23, 2009
I have been diagnosed with cardiomyopathy.
Just like my mother, who nearly died last year at the age of 59.
Just like my brother, who died last month at the age of 44.
I inherited my dad's ugly feet and my mom's lousy heart. Got to love genetics!
It seems that my low blood pressure was a sign, which is ironic because until today, every doctor and nurse commented, "The lower, the better!"
My cardiomyopathy has been caught relatively early. Plus, I'm in relatively good health.
Unfortunately, I have been advised to quit my day job because of the stress level. Thankfully, my lifestyle has not caused additional damage to my heart. Don't smoke, rarely drink, no drugs.
I will be put on a drug regimen to hopefully keep my heart healthy. I have to watch my weight and exercise carefully.
The diagnosis was not a surprise. Since my brother, I have known. My slowdown in my daily walks. My breathlessness. My low blood pressure.
This is NOT my death sentence. This is my LIFE, which now includes a heart condition. Gusto has spinal muscular atrophy, Lulu has spina bifida and now I have this. They've dealt with their conditions since birth and THRIVED. Both could have taken it as death sentences. Neither has.
I don't plan to let cardiomyopathy kill me, I'll be very good and make sure I die of old age. Like when I'm 94. Now...back to my life! Sunshine - Walking on Sunshine -
11/23/2009 11:02:00 AM
