Introduction…

I am now known as a Cardiac Survivor.

I chose a blog platform to share my story of surviving what can be considered a life ending event, a Widow Maker Heart Attack, and how my current life has been changing. And as my current life’s story continues to evolve, I plan to reveal my younger life through the many memories from my youth which strengthened me, and I will add that I did not live a normal boyhood life growing up. Being a teenager in Las Vegas in the late 1960’s and early 1970’s was an experience that did challenge my emotional wellbeing to a point of non-existence. But I did survive and I have many absorbing stories to tell.

So, I am sharing my story of recovery and new beginnings after experiencing a life-changing event. While I am not sure my story will be of interest to anyone, I feel that sharing my story might help to encourage others to know that how you respond to a life-changing event will help you with your vision of where your future can go. Please join me in my journey of remembrance, recovery, change and new beginnings.

My story begins on November 3rd, 2023, and in 1961 when I was a young boy living in Western North Carolina.

DW Pruett

The Cardiac Blogger

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