I had just turned 50, just gone through a terrible divorce that involved betrayal of the worst kind.
And then I was told that my heart was broken.
Really, truly, medically broken. After a shortness of breath sent me to my doctor, he sent me directly to the hospital.
After a few tests, I was told I had cardiomyopathy and was in heart failure. I told them they must be mistaken. I had driven myself to the hospital! Gradually, I accepted the fact that my life was forever changed. After that, here’s what happened: I sold my house. I got a new job. I met my future husband. I had a device implanted that paces both chambers of my heart, and is also a defibrillator, and am still here. Take that, heartbreak!