There are days I wonder when my heart started "going bad".  Come to find out that I've had over 11 heart attacks in the past 15 years.  I'm only 60.  I remember telling my mama that my heart felt like it was breaking and her telling me to just cry and let it out, nothing was wrong.  Maybe I was having these way back then? The pain is still the same, it's a dull ache with strong fingers grabbing, twisting and turning. Most of the time it's tolerable, others not so much. 

Had that female MD in ER that night not taken the chance to actually send me to the cath lab, the cardiologist said I would've died that night.  6 angioplastys and 3 stints later, I'm better.  Not much but not as bad as it's been for the past 5 years.

Guess I gotta live with it.  Wonder if God will ever take it away and give me a new heart?