That's what my dad had last week. We thought it was a heart attack, but it was in fact Takotsubo, or broken heart syndrome. I didn't tell my mother that's what it was, in order to protect her I guess. At least he didn't die. I didn't have to pack my black suit and papers in my luggage and go, at a moment's notice, on the plane back home. Over Pennsylvanis, Lake Eerie, Michigan, Lake Michigan, and then Milwaukee. At least not this time.
My sister asked me today if I've ever gotten checked for PKD, our family illness. It's almost like it's part of the family, this, PKD. Genetic, kidney, Takotsubo, used to speaking in hospital jargon. Not intimidated of doctors, nurses. Not intimidated of death, until you're faced with it, 1000 miles away from blood, from the mess, from Takotsubo.
Well, the frozen apple doesn't fall far anyhow.
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