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.
Thanks to Wenzel, Variety and the American Heart Association partnered to hold a "Women in Entertainment" luncheon in Los Angeles on Thursday. It was a chance for powerful women in the entertainment industry to hear her story for the first time and to use it as a call to action.
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.
There are so many integral moments that transpired between retreating to the locker room and being on that ER bed behind a closed curtain with people frantically trying to save my life. I think back on that night all the time.
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.