Since I picked up long distance running in 2006 I declared that I was going to live healthy and run until I reached 100. Nothing was going to stop me -- or so I thought. Instead my heart was quietly betraying me.
Since getting my ICD implanted, I've been shocked three times. At first, I ignored what the doctors said and kept exercising, convinced they had misdiagnosed me and that this would all go away; everything would be like it used to.
I had my surgery. They put a metal box in my chest the size of a deck of cards. I was lying in the recovery room, numb. Not upset, not anxious, not thinking about what I was doing that weekend. I was just numb and alone.
We've all been in public buildings and walked by the signs indicating where automated defibrillators are located. But did you know that they are simple to use and, perhaps more importantly, that they are specifically designed to be used by the general public?