takotsubo cardiomyopathy.

when the doctors told me i was dying, everything sort of snapped into place - everything made sense. my mind drifted off to somewhere hazy. and i could see them all in the doctor's room. their mouths moving, hands trying to explain to my parents exactly what was wrong with me, and what they couldn't do to fix it. they explained with their gestures how treatment worked, and that i had to dedicate myself. you know, to get better. but i didn't know if i wanted to or not. they claimed it was a side effect. but i knew deep down it was just because i deserved to suffer through it. i thought to myself all of the pain ahead, and realized it didn't really amount to the pain of the past. we all sort of chuckled when they announced my diagnosis. how could you not? it was pretty hilarious. "takotsubo cardiomyopathy", they said. "heartbreak syndrome", they said.
it was definitely pretty hilarious.