My heart started running away, like a pack of horses. Then it slowed down and became irregular.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
My heart was beating out of my chest.
My heart got broken so many times because I put so much pressure on it. And then... I got blindsided.
Sometimes my heart hurts so much, I beat it with my fists. I try to run. But you cannot run from this. It waits for you. Even when you think you have escaped it, it is there.
Except for the occasional heart attack, I never felt better.
The only thing left that shows I was a heart patient is I have a scar down the middle of my chest where they went in three times to do open heart surgery. I have a brand new heart inside, and all the mechanical and electronic gear and so forth is all gone.
I started finding hearts in things - whether it was like, a tree I was passing, a straw wrapper on the ground; I think the heart has one continuous line, which is very powerful.
This is going to sound really sad, but I didn't really have any heartthrobs when I was growing up. I was a bit of a geek.
I've been extraordinarily fortunate that I've been able to go live a very active, stressful life. And I don't believe that my heart disease changed me for the worst.
My body grew hot, then cold. I tried to eat the bed sheets. My heart beat madly. Every joint in my body ached. When I took the cure they took it all away from me.
My heart has been resuscitated as a result of becoming a mom.