I was 14 years old and my world fell apart, after finally meeting my biological dad: his first lasting impression on me was that he had a heart condition. He broke this news to me on a bus back from a shopping trip by handing me an article on Long Q-T (sudden death syndrome). I had absolutely no idea what I was looking at. I only managed to pick out one word: hereditary.
Fast forward a couple of weeks and I am sat in a consultant’s office with tears streaming down my cheeks and completely overwhelmed with emotion. He didn’t break it easy either: “you must stop all exercise immediately and especially no competitive kickboxing, until we have sorted you out with some medication. You are at risk of death.”