At Least I Have My Health Nevermind.

You know how that silly red-haired orphan once said, "The sun will come out tomorrow?"

I wonder how she knew that. Because I don't see my sun shining. I see my mother calling me to tell me I need to get checked out for Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy (HCM), because she found out today she has it. That means I have a 50/50 chance of having it. Mom said basically, it will look like I'm having a heart attack, but I'm not. So if something happens they'll rip my chest open while I'm dying of something else.

Sounds like a great way to die.