It’s crazy how time flies. One year ago today was the first time I went to the hospital for my passing out/heart problem/vasovagal syncope episodes. It’s hard to believe it’s been a year already.
You know, I never would wish this goofy little health issue on someone else. However, I can’t explain how much I have learned and changed (hopefully for the better) through having this as part of my life. I am thankful that my heart episodes tend to be much better these days than a year ago, and as ridiculously cheesy as it sounds, I have come to appreciate the little gifts of life much more in the last year than I would have otherwise. I can’t complain too much; this burden has not been near as heavy as some of the things others have to carry, probably because God knows how weak I would be to deal with anything worse. In a weird way, this past year of health issues has helped me be less afraid. At the risk of sounding too dramatic, I’ve come to grips with the reality that I am on borrowed time. And I think that, in some ways, that realization has helped me live a bit differently this year.
Happy anniversary, vasovagal syncope.