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Why, yes … yes she has!

You know at gatherings, when people haven’t seen each other for a few years, generally some speculation ensues. Real or fake?  A lift or good genes? And in the most severe cases, who is that stranger?!

The Bionic Women (and friend)

Well, with great pride, the three of us pictured at our 30th high school reunion can state without a doubt, we definitely had some “work” done. Some serious work. From left to right: heart attack from spontaneous coronary artery dissection, repaired with double bypass surgery; an acoustic neuroma, successfully removed through brain surgery; and open heart surgery to graft an aortic aneurysm and perform a mechanical valve replacement. (No health issues for our lap man — he’s just a very funny accessory!)

It wasn’t by design, but we saved the shop talk until the very last. As people said good-byes and drifted out the door of the heartwarming gathering we’d enjoyed, the three of us found ourselves together. Like a last minute huddle, reliving the not-so-great highlights of our years since high school and gearing up for the time until our next reunion. By way of illness, we share a language and awareness you only gain through experience. We are well, at least for the moment, and that is truly all each of us ask. Because as we learned the hard way at an early age, things can always get worse. But day by day, they can get better too.

Thirty years have passed. It was enlivening to realize that within each of us, our 18-year-old selves still flourish. The bikini days may be gone, but I’m much happier being bionic!

[Correction: A Dose of Reality regrets our misstatement that “the bikini days” are over. Rock it, girl!]

 

I speak for those who can’t speak tonight. I speak for those who’ve been brushed under the rug by slight-of-hand. I speak for the dead.

We’d all like to believe that if we control our risk factors, listen to our bodies, and call for help when in need there would be no heart disease. No heart attack. No stroke. No death.

Yet we all know the truth, which is women do the right thing every day and die anyway.

Whether from congenital defect, unmanageable risk factors, or un-researched biological boogeyman, women die from heart disease every minute of every hour of every day because we haven’t devoted the attention, research dollars, or sweat equity to keep them alive.

Don’t insult my intelligence by telling me that awareness of heart disease will keep me alive. I literally could teach a course on Spontaneous Coronary Artery Dissection (SCAD) to med students today and die of a second heart attack from SCAD tomorrow because the data hasn’t been funded to explain my disease or prevent my death from it.

Talk to me about answers. Show me cradle-to-grave assessment, risk management, and care. Act upon my crisis.

Women die every minute of every day because death from heart disease isn’t yet lucrative or sexy enough for our health care and research establishments to act.

I’m fighting hard until I Go Dead for Women.