A Sparkley Pacemaker

Eight years ago today, January 28, 2017, I came home with a shiny, sparkly, brand spanking new, pacemaker/ defibrillator.

Let me explain, a week earlier, I passed out. I came out if it on my own and went to the hospital.

They did an EKG and it came back normal.

They gave me an IV and sent me home.

The next morning, I got up to take Scooby out, and I passed out again. This time, my eyes rolled into the back of my head, my lips turned purple, I was shaking, lost my bowls, it was bad.

I later found out that I survived sudden cardiac death.

That one, I came out on my own as well…

When I did come back, the firemen were there, I could answer all their questions, and went to the hospital.

It was a Friday, they were running tests trying to figure out what was going on.

I was on a 24 hour heart monitor.

Two different cardiologists told me that I was damn lucky to be alive.

Most people don’t come back.

The following Wednesday I went in for surgery. Thursday I got to go home.

That was a hell of a week.

Lonely nights, they draw a ton of blood from you at all hours of the day and night, you’re a little scared because you’re not sure what is going on.

This was one of the darkest times of my life, this experience with a few others in a short amount of time, had me wondering, how am I going to get thru all of this?

One day at a time, one hour at a time, one minute at a time.

I can’t tell you how many tears were shed from the gratitude that I was still here on this earth.

Living this life. My work here is not done.

Today, 8 years later, I live an incredible life. I travel for work, I travel for fun! I have stamps on my passport.

It hasn’t always been easy, during that time, my heart was broken, started drinking, casually of course…, I got married, moved across the country to the east coast, drank every day, left my marriage, moved back to Vegas, I had to say a final goodbye to my Scooby Lee, (worst day ever), had my heart broken again, (same guy again – five years later), I went and lived with my sister for 5 months while I ‘licked my wounds’.

If I can make it out the other side, and live to tell the tale, then so can you.

I will talk about my food addiction, alcohol addiction and so much more soon.

Until then, do one thing today to move yourself closer to your dream.

I know this is cliche, but if I can do it, you can do it.

I have so much love for you all.