You have just been handed a diagnosis of heart disease. For some it may mean an immediate heart procedure and the fears provoked by any surgical procedure. For others, it may be a more insidious fear that a time bomb lurks deep inside you chest waiting to explode. I fall into the latter group.
My first relative died of a heart attack at age 54. I am currently two months shy of that age and almost dread each passing day. Of course, I am doing everything humanly possible to avoid the...

