In 2000, I was moving to another city, and with all the problems to solve relating to the move and two young daughters requiring my attention, I felt very stressed and started showing symptoms of a heart disorder.
The episodes were constant, but I didn’t think much about the condition until one day while shopping I felt chest pain and experienced an increased heart rate; my vision became blurred and I almost fainted. I sat down on one of the seats and called my brother, who came quickly to meet me.
Since my brother is an anesthesiologist, he took me to the hospital where he worked, one of the most renowned in the city for treating cardiac problems. There, I was examined by a heart disease specialist, who diagnosed my condition as severe heart rhythm disorder. My brother wanted to have a second opinion and took me to another hospital, where after being examined, I received the same diagnosis. On the following weeks, I underwent a series of tests, and a cardiologist prescribed medication.
