Today marks seven years since I was unexpectedly diagnosed with heart failure. I didn't think I'd even live to see Christmas 2011, but heart failure wasn't the automatic death sentence I'd presumed it to be. My life is different and in many ways harder, but it is also GOOD (better?) and FULL (fuller?) and BUSY (busier?) and HAPPY (happier? yes, happier!) because of my experience. And life is showing no signs of stopping any time soon.
Every year this anniversary, which I remember all the more because the diagnosis led to my daughter's early arrival, gets easier and easier, but this is the first year I think I've felt all good about it. (I'm owning heart failure! Ha!) Just wanted to share my perspective in case there are any heart failure newbies out there fearing the worst - there's a very real chance that things could turn out better than you are able to imagine.
And because I can never say this too many times... Stay away from Google! Bring your questions here (or to your doctor) instead xx