Today one of my coworkers husband headed to the hospital with the same symptoms I had for Congestive Heart Failure.
This blog is quickly turning into the middle aged black man’s WebMD.
I broke it down to him what I went through and once diagnosed how it can be...controlled.
I bugged out because in a weird and sad way I found something we could relate and connect on. I felt bad that he felt bad and I truly do hope he does not have it.
I’m going to get the biopsy in the morning. It’s on my mind. I’m a bit scared and a bit hopeful. I’m all mixed.