Originally posted on Heart Sisters:
My doctor recently compared my uneasy adjustment since suffering a heart attack to being like a stressful move to a foreign country.
I used to be pretty comfortable in my old country, pre-heart attack. I was healthy, active, accomplished, outgoing, and a former distance runner. I had a wonderful family and a whack of close friends, a meaningful career I really loved, a crazy-cute cat, a condo renovated top to bottom in a charming leafy neighbourhood of the most beautiful city in Canada – and a busy, happy, regular life.
Then on May 6, 2008, I was hospitalized with a myocardial infarction – what doctors still call the ”widowmaker” heart attack.
And that was the day I moved far, far away to a different country.
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