As I read stories of heart patients who had the same operation, Mustard Procedure, I did fourty-two years ago, I am in shock that I’m one of the few who never had to have a pacemaker. A lot of these patients are younger than me, and some have had multible pacemakers. That made me think, and to wonder why I never needed one. Maybe developing Cerebral Palsy, as a result of my heart problem, saved my heart, in a strange sort of way. I was trying to be just another kid, wich for the most part, I was. I didn’t give any thought, nor did I probably comprehend, that there was anything wrong. When I did go see my doctor, I thought it was a waste of time, not to mention a big pain in the ass. The bigger deal, I thought, was my CP. Even at that, getting a check-up to see how well my legs were working, was to me, a waste of time. I did everything the other kids did, just a little slower. My cardiologist always told me to have fun. He never said I couldn’t do this, or couldn’t do that. He said do what you can. That’s what I did, and it probably, I think, made my heart stonger. Am I lucky to have had CP growing up? Maybe. All I know is that it took the focus away from my heart. And that, for me, was a good thing.