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Supposedly 500,000 women die a year from heart  disease...

I read it once, but didn’t believe it.

Then I died on June 6, 2003.

With radiating pain in my upper back, I went to the emergency room. My intuition told me something very unusual was happening. Abnormal EKG's, nitroglycerin administered under my tongue, a lot of blood drawn, tears running down my face, it didn't seem good. About two hours later a cardiologist opened the curtain separating me from the man getting stitches, "You're young and a woman, probably indigestion; you’ll rest better at home." With that I was discharged. A few hours later at home I had a massive coronary and died.

It wasn’t indigestion.

I have missed a lot since then...

• My oldest daughter and her husband had a baby boy, two years later they had a baby girl.
• My other two daughters graduated college.
• One got married.
• Then they had two little girls..
• I had always planned on being a cool grandma.
• My youngest daughter starting teaching.  I knew she'd accomplish her goal. I'm sorry she doesn't know how extremely proud I am of her.
• My brother committed suicide when he was 26 years old, at that time, he had a baby girl named Danielle 1 years old when he died. We lost touch with her mother after my brother's death.
• My mom was reunited with Danielle, after 30 years. A miracle I had dreamed of most of my life.
• I missed my anniversary – 32 years of marriage.  I wished I had hugged my husband more. 
• My mom outlived me.  Something that no parent should experience - in my mom's case twice.
• Three reminder cards came in the mail to have a mammogram. The Women’s Breast Cancer center wasn’t notified.
• Oprah ran a special on women’s heart disease. I liked Oprah, I would have missed it, I worked full time.

Real version: Barely conscious I was taken to emergency room the next day.

I needed surgery; I have been given another chance at life.

I am your sister, your mother, your neighbor, the lady you see panting on the treadmill, and yes that is me you see grocery shopping on Saturday morning.
 
I am Lois Trader, a woman living with heart disease. I care that I was hours away from being one of the 500,000.

 

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