I was only 3 when I was first diagnosed with Congenital Heart Disease. It all started with a fever and chills that wouldn’t go away. After weeks of being ill and multiple hospital visits, they had an answer. I was told my heart was not fully formed, and my journey with medical care began.
I underwent multiple surgeries as a child and into my teenage years. It was scary, but I was so thankful for the medical teams that cared for me. With each surgery and recovery, I felt a bit more free to do the activities I loved.
Throughout my life, I’ve never stopped cherishing those special moments that come with life; from family vacations to the simple things like my mom’s cooking. Each of these moments reminds me of how thankful I am that I can still live life to the fullest.
My Congenital Heart Disease has impacted every part of my life. It was hard for me to accept at first, but I have learned to live with it and not let it define me. With each hospital visit, I’m reminded of the support I have and the care I am given.