Hope for healthier ways

diac unit. However, with Doylestown Hospital being about 40 minutes away, it is a blessing that they decided to go to the closest one, because upon arrival he coded blue, meaning his heart had stopped, twice.

Because of the long period of time the heart attack symptoms went unrecognized, the damage from the blockage of his right coronary artery deepened. The muscle and tissue to which this coronary artery supplies oxygenated blood completely died.

Although he did pull through, his life is forever changed with his daily medication, things he can and cannot eat and things he can and cannot do.

As a result of ignorance, the vast majority of people who do not recognize the symptoms right away aren’t as lucky as my father. If we had just known ahead of time that those signs were leading to something serious, he would not have a partially damaged heart today. Or maybe if we had known to give him aspirin to ease the effects of the attack, he would not need a defibrillator inside of his chest. Taking aspirin during a heart attack thins out blood, making it easier for blood to get to the heart.

Wasting all that time deciding what to do about his symptoms was the biggest mistake one could ever make in that situation. If we had only known, he would probably be leading a normal life as opposed to living with a damaged heart, defibrillator in his chest and the dark cloud over his head that one day it might happen again.

“If you have any loved ones where you think there’s any chance at all, please make sure they understand. Let them know if there’s any doubt at all, get them to the hospital by calling the ambulance right away,” he said.

If we had only known.

KELLIE BELMONTE STAFF WRITER KRB722@CABRINI EDU

Here at Cabrini, I have a group of four best girl friends. Upon entering Cabrini freshman year, all of us were young and healthy looking with thin bodies and fairly healthy appetites.

Now flash to second semester sophomore year. All of us are overweight and the process of calling up Campus Corner has become almost a nightly ritual. McDonald’s has become our hangover cure mornings after a night of drinking and late night Minella’s trips have become a way of life.

What has happened to us!?

I never liked to think that living at home with my parents making the rules really had any bearing on how I was going to be living my life on my own.

I used to think my mother was just being mean and had no clue what she was talking about when she would tell me not to eat another cookie, or not to have another slice of pizza. With her, I would have to listen, because not only would she say “no” but she would take that damn cookie away as well. Now, I don’t have anyone telling me what to do and how to eat, and when to get off my lazy butt and work out.

Now, for the first time in my tures of ourselves looking hot in bikinis and looking just overall; thin, healthy and young.

We want to get back to that. But how the hell are you supposed to go back to that when were living in a place that is surrounded by pizza places, restaurants and diner with the most amazing french onion soup you’ve ever eaten and fast food places with french fries and extra value meals.

So, I guess this is the part where we grow up?

I’m really wishing that I listened to my mother once in awhile.

Last night, my friends and I sat around having a pity party while pulling out numerous pic-

It’s been much easier to mature in other aspects of my lifestyle when it comes to partying and schoolwork. But hey, I love food, and there’s no doubt about it. And I don’t like turning down good food when it’s right in front of me. My friends and I have tried crash diets, diet pills and working out. Although I’ll admit, we were more excited by the thought of working out and not actually the actual process of doing it.

So, here’s to hoping we mature and turn a little bit into our mothers, and realize what is best for us to be healthy again. Next stop: Weight Watchers.