The Heart of the Matter

Tomorrow I'm headed over to a heart center in Brookline for something called a "nuclear stress test." (Sounds sort of ominous, hmm)? The test involves receiving a radioactive dye, and then waiting about an hour before the actual test. It's something that was recommended to me, given my father's early heart attack--at 44, and his blocked arteries--he had a quadruple bypass at 60, and died a year later of a second heart attack. My older brother was diagnosed last fall with a blocked artery. So, I'm showing up to hopefully find my arteries are clear, but if not, to be proactive and not wait until something happens.

Ah, genetics!