When time marches on and you begin to forget!

I can’t believe it has been six months since my last blog! With next Friday marking February 1st, Wear Red Day it hit me that it will have been three years since my heart attack. When it happened, my world was rocked. I never thought that one day the memories and feelings would start to fade. With my resolution for 2019 to continue to increase heart awareness, I feel like I'm lost. When I say this, its because I truly feel there is a missing piece. The missing piece is that I don’t know any other heart attack survivors in my area.

Since 2016, I have tried to get the word out to others that you're not alone. This blog has been an excellent medium for me. But how do to I put boots on the ground and start a grass root movement? What does this look like? Hello… anybody out there like me???

You can only donate so much time and money to organizations! There comes a time when you feel this gnawing sensation that won’t go away. I asked myself, what is the next step for me? And I truly believe the answer is to start a support group. Not a group that is defined by reminiscing about the event over and over but moving forward to decrease the rate of events in women.

Above, you can see that one in three women will die from cardiovascular disease and stroke. This far outweighs breast cancer. So why don’t we have groups that take action? Not groups that people pay to be apart off? A group that has a plan! A plan that involves being out in the community

Please feel free to leave a comment and let me know if you would like to be involved. You don’t have to have had a heart attack or stroke, but maybe a family member has been affected. Today the group is composed of me... WHO’s NEXT??