It’s not your heart that’s failing. It’s our medical jargon.
A little over two years ago, my elderly mother was admitted to the hospital. Almost 90, she’d been short of breath for days — uncomfortable, perspiring, unable to sleep properly.
Blood tests, a chest X-ray, and an echocardiogram followed, whereupon her doctor pronounced: “You have congestive heart failure, Mrs. Les.”
I arrived on the scene the next morning to find her lying in bed, iPad open to Dr. Google, earnestly exploring the …