It's been three years since I had my heart attack.
February 13th, 2005 was a Sunday when I woke up and my life changed forever. I was blogging back then and just looked to see what I'd written and if those posts were still out there - found it on the site where I used to post my thoughts.
It was definitely ironic, when looking back on it, that the one thing in my body that is the icon for the next day (February 14th) decided to break down.
The "anniversary" almost flew by without me realizing it.
I don't think I or C have forgotten or minimize what happened, but I think that the changes we made to our lifestyle have become habit and we don't treat heart disease as a limiting factor in what I do. My health is much better than it was before Feb 13th, 2005, and as a result, I don't find that the disease limits what I can do myself or with my family at all. In day to day life, it's a non-issue. The only real reminder of my condition is the mitt-full of pills I take every morning and evening...
The important part of reflecting on the personal significance of this day though is remembering who and what is important in my life. I can't tell anyone how much a situation like this can ground you - crystallize your focus on those you love and who, in turn, love you too. C and the kids are the ones in my life who I love and cherish.
Sure, keeping healthy and strong for myself is important, but doing it so that I can enjoy being with my family is the real motivator. There's so much that I want to experience and share with them as we grow together - being a part of that is what makes me thankful for all I have in my family.