The Sleepless Nights and Constant Fear
For weeks after that appointment, I couldn't sleep. Every chest twinge made me wonder if this was "it." Every flight of stairs left me breathless and terrified.
I started avoiding activities I loved – gardening, playing with my grandchildren, even simple walks around the neighborhood. What if I collapsed? What if I had a heart attack while watching little Emma?
The worst part wasn't the physical symptoms – it was the constant mental prison of fear.
I felt like a walking time bomb, and I had no idea when I might explode.
My daughter Sarah noticed I wasn't myself. "Mom, you seem so scared all the time. There has to be something that can help."
She was right. I couldn't live the rest of my life in constant terror.