By the following day, Wednesday, my don’t-care view of a. fib. had been replaced by a cringing wariness. I walked around carefully, as if my heart were made of glass, and I was carrying it on a velvet cushion of my breathing. I felt whipped. The procedure had jangled my entire system, as I knew […]

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For the next five years, my heart behaved itself. I played soccer, climbed a couple of mountains, rode my bike, and all the time my heart beat faster or slower as need demanded. It didn’t particularly worry me that we never knew what had gone wrong that first time. It never occurred to me that […]

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