I'm coming up on 10 years of my diagnosis of a congenital heart defect. I remember several of the events that led up to it. Early on a Saturday morning, the low coolant light went off in my dash. I went to get coolant and filled up the reservoir as I had to cover Minneota's Boxelder Bug Days. I managed to get to and from Minneota three times that weekend, and on Monday morning, my car's water pump finally decided to give. I got that replaced the same day. The following day I was sick to my stomach and threw up. I felt bad all week. I was starting to recover from that bout when I was told I still looked ill and I was fighting a couple of other symptoms, one being night sweats. I eventually dragged myself to the clinic where I was told I had a small heart murmur and was scheduled for a cardiac echo. The following Monday I learned the news that I had complete atrioventricular canal. It was a shock to say the least. Here I had gone through more than 30 years of my life with a bad heart of sorts. No wonder I was bad at running; now I had an excuse.