Five years ago, I had a heart attack. A very bad one.
I was 43 at the time. I had a busy job, with pressures and demands, trying to be a good dad and husband. But that’s the same for most men, right? If anyone asked, I would say, ‘I’m fine’. My answer to mounting stress was to exercise more.
I played rugby and worked out harder in the gym – maybe too much. Yes, I smoked and drank alcohol, but in general, I thought I was healthy. The ST-Elevation Myocardial Infarction (STEMI) heart attack was clear evidence that I wasn’t fine. But I’m one of the lucky ones.
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