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By ACHA on 1/8/2014 10:59 AM

By Nick Goucher

As the two-year anniversary of my heart surgery approaches later this month I find myself currently stressing out over things that would have seemed so minimal two years ago this time.

I was down in Florida for most of December taking a vacation and mixing in some business at the same time by attending a career conference and scheduling a job interview. While I was there I got my first-ever traffic ticket for speeding in a school zone. I was completely unaware that I was in a school zone and there was nothing I could do, looking back at the situation.

By ACHA on 11/27/2013 10:05 AM

By Nick Goucher

As the holiday season rapidly approaches, it’s hard not to think of what a roller coaster ride the last few years have been. It was two years ago during the holidays when I was told I needed heart surgery. Suddenly your whole existence changes and you don’t care about anything that may be under the tree; instead, every thought you have is just about getting through the ordeal and walking out on the other side to see the next Christmas.

By ACHA on 10/1/2013 10:37 AM

By Nick Goucher

Unlike a lot of CHD patients, I was not diagnosed until adulthood. Actually, my diagnosis was accidental.

During the summer of 2011, I had Epstein-Barr virus and was urged by doctors to get a CT scan. After my scan was over, I left the radiology office and received a phone call while on the drive home. They asked me if I could come back to the office right away, which scared the hell out of me.