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By ACHA on 6/5/2013 11:41 AM

By Krista McIlmoil

We all need help sometimes. There are times when we need help with something simple like figuring out how to spell a word correctly, or how to figure out that weird-looking algebraic formula. Then there are times in life when we need a lot of help—when we are feeling sad or lost and need a loved one to help pull us (emotionally) from the rubble.

Because of my CHD, I find that I have several moments when I feel low, but am fortunate enough to have not only supportive friends and family members, but also have great resources at my fingertips to help answer any outstanding questions that may come with my CHD. I recently joined a group on Facebook for women with CHD, my zipper sisters. Before meeting this group of incredible women, I never realized just how many other women there were out there experiencing the same trials and tribulations that I go through every day. It’s important to remember that we are not alone.

By ACHA on 9/10/2012 12:26 PM

By Krista McIlmoil

When I was a kid, I knew I was different. I couldn't run like the other kids, my heart would sometimes beat in a fast, erratic rhythm, and I had a long, skinny scar on my chest. I had a handful of close friends and a great family, but I didn't have anyone who really understood what I went through.

That is, until I met Gabe.

I was scheduled for my second open heart surgery, but the first I would actually remember. I was more mad than scared to be having open heart surgery. I was in the sixth grade and I was missing so much! I would be missing out on the annual sixth grade vs. teachers softball game, the "graduation" Great America trip, and the last day of elementary school.