Today is my brother’s birthday.
He should be 44 today. We should all be getting together to celebrate with his family and have dinner. We should all be calling him or sending cards and exchanging texts. But we aren’t.
My brother, Michael, died in 1990 at the age of 17 of Viral Cardiomyopathy. It was sudden. No one knew he was sick. Back then, I don’t even know if there was anything we could have done about it if we had known he was sick. We just all woke up one Saturday morning and our world was changed forever.
In the very simplest of terms, Viral Cardiomyopathy is when a virus settles in one’s heart. The heart enlarges and uses up all its beats. That is what they told me at the age of 18 and my sister at the age of 13. Simple was all we [Read more…]