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On the first Friday of every February for the past 15 years the American Heart Association has encouraged people to wear red to bring attention to cardiovascular conditions that afflict and kill women, and to participate in "fun raises" to raise funds towards heart health research. President Johnson declared the first American Heart Month in 1964, and all of February has been dedicated to cardiovascular health. The first Friday is specifically to raise awareness of heart conditions that impact women. I'll post some links to resources below, and will also include some for men.
This year it's very significant to me because a lovely former neighbor and very dear friend, both to me and to my family as a whole, had a heart attack earlier this week and passed away at age 43. I'm still in the numb, denial stage of grief because it's surreal to me this happened to her when she was a vivacious, optimistic, active woman who took impeccable care of herself and of others. She maintained a healthy weight for the entirety of her life - never being over or underweight; she was fit; she was very disciplined with her eating to ensure it was nourishing; she never smoke, never took any drugs, drank very rarely; she had the typical level of stress you'd expect in life but nothing extraordinary. She was a devout Catholic, a deeply spiritual person, and she radiated kindness. She was born in Beverly Hills, always lived there with the exception of her college years, and she died there; she'd had the privilege of lifelong excellent healthcare. In December she'd fainted after stepping out of the shower, and immediately saw her physician who did not think it was a reason for substantial concern. The day she died she'd made pancakes for herself and her mother who was visiting, and then went upstairs to get ready for the day. When she never came down, her mom went up and found her unconscious on her bed and called 911. The BHPD was there extremely fast and gave her first response care until paramedics arrived briefly later. A stint was put into her heart at Cedars Sinai, and it was expected that she'd recover. The rest of her organs were healthy. She died in the hospital two days later when her heart gave out. The only blessing was that she was surrounded by her family.
It's frightening to me that this happened, and immensely sad. She was a gem. My parents have long been amicably divorced, and what was so special about her friendship was that it was with all of us. She lived in the same neighborhood as my mom, and they were friends. She was only a smidgen older than my stepmom, and an extremely close friend to her. My stepmom is devastated by this profound loss. And she was a wonderful friend to me. A true friend, not an adult who has a patronizing friendship with a teen. For years we'd walk our dogs together every morning. We went to book festivals and to poetry and cultural events at her church. She taught me about Catholicism. She gave me the most thoughtful gifts, and when I left for college she'd send me cards with a sweet handwritten note and quotes she knew would have wisdom for me. I have an entire box of cards from her. She made me know I was significant to her, and she did the same for everyone else in her life. She's taught me how that is a valuable action - the small but impacting gestures to stay connected and let those in our life know their importance to us while we have the opportunity.
Here are some resources:
Heart Attack Symptoms Differ in Young Women
Go Red For Women
FUNraise For National Wear Red Day
Behind National Wear Red Day
Know Your Risk
Strong Men Put Their Heart Health First
This year it's very significant to me because a lovely former neighbor and very dear friend, both to me and to my family as a whole, had a heart attack earlier this week and passed away at age 43. I'm still in the numb, denial stage of grief because it's surreal to me this happened to her when she was a vivacious, optimistic, active woman who took impeccable care of herself and of others. She maintained a healthy weight for the entirety of her life - never being over or underweight; she was fit; she was very disciplined with her eating to ensure it was nourishing; she never smoke, never took any drugs, drank very rarely; she had the typical level of stress you'd expect in life but nothing extraordinary. She was a devout Catholic, a deeply spiritual person, and she radiated kindness. She was born in Beverly Hills, always lived there with the exception of her college years, and she died there; she'd had the privilege of lifelong excellent healthcare. In December she'd fainted after stepping out of the shower, and immediately saw her physician who did not think it was a reason for substantial concern. The day she died she'd made pancakes for herself and her mother who was visiting, and then went upstairs to get ready for the day. When she never came down, her mom went up and found her unconscious on her bed and called 911. The BHPD was there extremely fast and gave her first response care until paramedics arrived briefly later. A stint was put into her heart at Cedars Sinai, and it was expected that she'd recover. The rest of her organs were healthy. She died in the hospital two days later when her heart gave out. The only blessing was that she was surrounded by her family.
It's frightening to me that this happened, and immensely sad. She was a gem. My parents have long been amicably divorced, and what was so special about her friendship was that it was with all of us. She lived in the same neighborhood as my mom, and they were friends. She was only a smidgen older than my stepmom, and an extremely close friend to her. My stepmom is devastated by this profound loss. And she was a wonderful friend to me. A true friend, not an adult who has a patronizing friendship with a teen. For years we'd walk our dogs together every morning. We went to book festivals and to poetry and cultural events at her church. She taught me about Catholicism. She gave me the most thoughtful gifts, and when I left for college she'd send me cards with a sweet handwritten note and quotes she knew would have wisdom for me. I have an entire box of cards from her. She made me know I was significant to her, and she did the same for everyone else in her life. She's taught me how that is a valuable action - the small but impacting gestures to stay connected and let those in our life know their importance to us while we have the opportunity.
Here are some resources:
Heart Attack Symptoms Differ in Young Women
Go Red For Women
FUNraise For National Wear Red Day
Behind National Wear Red Day
Know Your Risk
Strong Men Put Their Heart Health First