I first thought about heart disease 24 years ago.
My dad was being admitted to the hospital for triple bypass surgery. He was 46 years old.
A few years later I started nursing school. To make ends meet and score a free membership to the gym, I began teaching weekly aerobic and weight training classes.
Several years after working as a nurse, I landed a job in cardiology at The University of Pennsylvania Hospital. I saw men and women who were no longer able to take a shower without getting short of breath. Continue reading