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By ACHA on 8/18/2014 3:53 PM

By Katherine Buchanan

Growing up in a household where exposure to the world’s diverse and incredible cultures was a priority, exploring the world has been a consistent dream on my horizon. After trips to Belize and Costa Rica, as well as an extensive number of classes in French and Spanish, my passion for world travel has grown and evolved.

Yet, after my diagnosis with congenital heart disease, worries about how my health would factor into this dream began to creep into my mind. With open heart surgery this past December, I was worried about my summer plans to travel to Europe and future dreams to travel to more remote and physically demanding places in the world. How would it feel to fly in an airplane? What if I had an emergency while abroad? Could my heart keep me from participating fully in the abroad experience?

By ACHA on 5/9/2014 9:24 AM

By Katherine Buchanan

I biked up the steepest hill on campus yesterday morning after leaving my last fitness class of the semester. After my open heart surgery this Christmas I decided to come back to school and take a personal fitness course, hoping to build my strength and endurance to better than it was before the operation.

Our first class was a little over a month and a half after my surgery, and so my abilities were pretty limited. I was slower than my classmates, and while I did feel more energized than I had first semester, I was still sluggish and tired. However, as time distanced me from the surgery, I gained more energy and ability.

By ACHA on 3/13/2014 10:55 AM

By Katherine Buchanan

When I found out I was going to have open heart surgery to repair my leaking mitral valve, I was terrified. Like others in the congenital heart disease community, I grew up thinking I was cured of my original defects—the cleft in my mitral valve and atrial septal defect—and had never heard the term "congenital heart disease" applied to me before.

When the doctors told me that this term was now part of my life and surgery was necessary within the year, I was overcome with fear. Before I knew of the heart problem I lived under the notion that I had the potential to live my life to the fullest—whether that be through my singing, studies or dreams of world travel. I envisioned an exciting future with many adventures ahead, but the news of open heart surgery tore at the foundations of my dreams.