I’m 21 going on 71, or so it feels.
I often joke and say, “I’ve been through more than an elderly person.” But sometimes, it’s not a joke at all. It’s how I feel–especially since my doctors say that my body is that of an old woman’s. My story starts when I was 11 months old. I was diagnosed as a severe asthmatic and progressively got worse. Worse to the point that I could no longer walk up a flight of stairs without my mom carrying me. Little did we know, it was not asthma, but a failing heart. I was born with a rare heart disease called restrictive cardiomyopathy.