Breaking Bread Meant Something Different That Day
Olive Garden. Early 2014.
Some restaurants hold family history. Birthdays. Graduations. Loud laughter over endless breadsticks and salad bowls that never seem to run empty.
That’s where we were.
But that night wasn’t just about celebration and gathering as family.
That night was about answers.
My father had been sick for months. Shortness of breath. The rapid heartbeat. The swelling that would not go away. We all felt it, even before the words were spoken.
And then they were.
Hereditary transthyretin amyloidosis. V122I.
Sometimes the moment your family story changes does not arrive with alarms. It comes quietly. Across a table. Wrapped in love, denial, strength, and the unspoken understanding that life will not look the same after this.
That dinner marked the beginning of a journey we did not yet understand.
Hear the rest of the story and read the full article within the Health Union ATTR Community below.
