In between the first and last of 29 days of blogging on heart attacks, someone I knew and loved had gone from being unable to participate in a heart study to narrowly missing the "widow maker." Heart disease is that stealthy.
As a woman, I'd like to admit that a good deal of the time I know exactly what somebody else should do and insist they do it. I think it's called "do what I say, not what I do." To be fair, we believed for years that only men had heart attacks and women were safe.