Following some of the recent posts, I thought this would maybe give some hope to others. One year ago at the age of 60 I was sat gripping the arm of the sofa, feeling like I was on some sort of weird drug, with a terrible feeling that something was really badly wrong. An Angina attack completely out of the blue following a lifetime of never eating a ready meal and keeping fit. Laying in hospital I was worried sick that my wife would be left with either no husband at all or a much debilitated one, after having been diagnosed with a 96% blockage in my LAD that could have finished me.
Here I am today looking on the face-book page of the local Parkrun and hoping that it will not be cancelled due to flooding.
So it's not all doom and gloom, I am so grateful to all the fantastic people in our NHS that have given me a second chance or life, and also all the BHF staff and the people on here who share all their experiences and thoughts.
There is always hope.