I have never really been a jealous person. As a kid, I saw first hand that having "things" don't make you happy. Houses, cars, jewelry... None of that can fill a void that your soul is missing. So when other people have "stuff" I don't really care. Jealousy and envy took me by surprise when Dan got sick. I remember the first time feeling jealous when one of our friends said they went away for a weekend with their husband. They had a great time in the outdoors and eating goo
When we got married, Dan would ride his bike in the morning for 30 miles and then we would hike a mountain in the afternoon together. Our weekends were filled with trips cross country skiing or hiking. We'd hike on Saturday and ski on Sundays. It wasn't unusual for Dan to say to me on a Friday night. "Pack a bag, I planned a trip for us this weekend." It was always somewhere in New England, but it always involved moving. For a girl who didn't exercise a lick before I met Da
I remember when Dan asked me what I thought of his heart diagnosis. I distinctly remember telling him that although he may have a great doctor, I think we need to be our own advocates for our health. I told him that no one knows our bodies like we do and so we should partner with the doctors and not just be a sheep. He agreed. I threw myself into learning all about Cardiomyopathy. I went on web-sites and message boards and read of other people who had Cardiac Heart Failure.