February 25, 2000, was an unseasonably warm day that was destined to be a day I would never forget, not because of the warm sunny weather, but because of the storm that was brewing inside my husband’s chest. A week earlier, my husband Larry got up on a Friday morning and could not walk on his right foot.
I sometimes tend to forget about my bout with heart surgery in the day to day living and coping with life. But it hits me rather hard at times when I realize that I somehow have changed in the last year. I don’t like the same things to do, to eat, to even think about anymore. Is this normal?