My grandad died suddenly, in his bed, when he was 49 from a heart attack. My mum is an only child but was married, owned her own home and had a child (not me) by then. My Nan was given a few weeks to grieve her husband then sent back to work. She wasn’t allowed to sit on her arse claiming benefits. When my mum got to a similar age she was diagnosed with angina and high cholesterol which they’ve deemed to be hereditary. She was put on statins and completely changed her diet. She’s never been overweight, but she lost the stone that she could have done with losing, and stopped eating all meat. She’s almost 80 now and has never had to have any interventions where her heart is concerned. I know I’m at risk of the same so eat incredibly healthily,
I’m sorry, no I’m not, but Ben‘s heart problems are his own fault. He’s a grown arse man with a car and a bank account. He doesn’t have to eat the tit she buys, he can drive himself to Tesco and buy himself some chicken breasts instead of the ultra processed tit she brings home. He’s piled on the weight since he stopped work despite those walks he does so he must be eating shed loads of crap per day. Yes, she’s a lazy cow and needs to do more, but apart from taking the kids to school and going for a walk what exactly does he do? They both do the bare minimum to get buy. Neither of them are going to see their eighties judging by the size of them. I’ll eat my hat if he’s on the sick, btw. He’s just a lazy bleep.
