A killer once stalked me almost snuffing out my young life.
The deadly force didn’t lurk around corners, sneaking quick peeks or huddle outside the shrubs in front of my house – watching, waiting.
This frightening phantom was hiding inside my chest, little by little, growing over many years.
It was coronary heart disease.
The dreaded slayer takes more lives than any other disease in the U.S. and it had my number.