The School Nurse Said I Was “Faking It”—Then My Heart Stopped in the Hallway

Your heart stopped. Do you understand?”

The words hit like a delayed punch. I nodded weakly.

“We’re running tests to figure out why. Any family history of heart problems?”

Family history. The phrase triggered something. My uncle David—he’d died at twenty-three. I’d been too young to remember him, but I’d heard the stories about how he collapsed one day continue reading …