So yesterday (Friday), I followed up on my echo heart test, which looks at the structure of my heart. No damage. Everything seems all right and the heart is functioning normally.

The other great news is that my blood pressure was normal for the first time since the car accident. Granted, I’m still taking medication for it and blood pressure tends to fluctuate. But it was definitely good to see that result.

A new goal is to have normal blood pressure without having to take medication. It won’t get any easier as I get older.

Speaking of getting older, I turned 39 years old on Wednesday. I didn’t throw a HUGE party but it was good to see the kids. Here’s me and my niece, Eden.

My birthday was special to me because as recently as a couple of weeks ago, it looked pretty bleak. It was a very stressful time for me. I was terrified that I might not make it to my 39th. Imagine your doctor telling you that you needed to go to the E.R. because you were at risk for a heart attack. And then imagine when your doctor told you that you DID suffer a heart attack but you didn’t even feel it. I didn’t know what to do at that point. I forced myself to continue living life like nothing happened. But at that point, I was very afraid.

Ever since then, there hasn’t been any huge roadblocks. I’ll still have anxiety bouts now and then; I don’t think those will go away for a while, if ever. My heart still beats really fast, sometimes, when I drive on the road. But for all intents and purposes, I’m in a better place than where I was about three weeks ago.

It really helped to have a fantastic support system. Sure, I was disappointed that supposed longtime friends didn’t say anything but the people that have communicated with me throughout this process have been a huge help. It’s tough to be in this position when you’re going at it alone but with good people on my side, life was so much easier.

I have to remind myself that I’m out of the danger zone now. But I still have to work hard on losing weight and staying healthy. And I do have a stress test for my heart in two weeks. Quite frankly, this is the test that worries me the most although I don’t think one test is bigger than the others.

But I also have to remind myself that I’ll be fine. Just keep doing what I’m doing. One day, I will be normal me again.

And all of you that have supported me have my eternal gratitude. Thank you and I love you all.


I had another heart test earlier today. I actually dreaded it even though I’ve been out of the danger zone for a while. But I’ve had such bad luck with my health the last two months, I braced for the worst.

This was actually the first of three tests I were to take. It was my echo test, meaning the doctor wanted to see how my heart looked.

I was able to see the ultrasound of my heart in real time. It was the most surreal thing. I could also hear the beat of my heart.

The one that gave me my test said he didn’t see anything unusual on my heart. From his initial impressions, he said that I should be fine. But I have to go back next week because the doctor has to fully read the test and break it down and all of that.

In the next few weeks, I have two more tests to take. The first one is a stress test, which I don’t need to explain what that is. The second is a holter test, which is about my heart rhythm. Again, I’m out of the danger zone, but we have to cover all the bases.

I’m not taking any additional meds; I’m still only doing the blood pressure pills. It was sad, though, to see some patients walk out with a bunch of medications. I know they’re all there to stabilize a person’s health but I don’t want to be that individual that takes ten or more medications at a time. There’s something terrifying about that.

As for the rest of my health? My blood pressure has flirted on the normal side, which is great news. But I also want to get to the point where I don’t HAVE to take blood pressure meds to achieve that normalcy.

I can’t say I’ve been great in terms of controlling my anxiety. More often than not in the last week, I felt my shoulders tense up (they’re tense now). And my lower back started spasming again. It was great to have relief thereafter on some times as I would have physical therapy.

It was also a bit troubling trying to summon up the courage to talk to people. Again, I LOVE talking. But I’m having some problems doing that. Also, talking for an extended period of time still takes a lot out of me. I am fine walking a mile or doing a 15-minute elliptical session; I don’t have to catch my breath doing that. But a 30-minute conversation? Yeah. It’s a lot for me at the moment. A friend noted that I speak a little quieter than before the accident.

Anyway, you just keep going. I am looking forward to celebrating my birthday with my friends on Sunday (real birthday is on Wednesday). Last month, things looked a little bleak and I didn’t know if I was going to reach November 15th.

Now? I am happy to turn 39 on Wednesday.

Thank you so much for your support. I love you all.


It’s been a while since I updated about my health. It’s actually been 60 days since the car accident happened.

Basically, there hasn’t been any setbacks since.

I’ll say that there are still roadblocks, though.

A few days ago, my pops asked if I could take him to Glendale (which is like 35 minutes away with no traffic). I immediately said no. There is no way I’m ready for that big of a drive.

It’s been three weeks since I drove on the freeway. Honestly, I haven’t been on the freeway since most of my drives have been to physical therapy. And the cardiologist.

I’m still operating under one day at a time. Sometimes, I’m operating under one hour at a time.

But since I feel like I’ve been making forward progress since then (I can’t say it’s all been peachy; my lower back is killing me at the moment and I have the usual anxiety issues), I think I’m ready to set some goals now that I feel like I’m no longer in Survival Overload Mode.

I’ve already resumed writing at The No-Look Pass. I think I’ve found my writing rhythm and, honestly, keeping up this health/personal blog has helped me find that groove.

But other goals?

*Lose 20 pounds.

I weigh quite a lot for my height. I’m not comfortable really sharing that at the moment but that is my immediate goal.

The stuff below kind of goes hand-in-hand with this goal.

*Walk a mile every day.

I was actually walking three miles nearly every day until, one day, I found myself catching my breath. Turned out that my body got so weakened after the hypertension and heart attack. I was told to slow down until then. I had only been walking a block since and I can feel my energy coming back a bit. Now I get to step it up.

*15 and then 20 minutes on the elliptical.

I had been doing 10 minutes.

*Weight training back on.

I don’t need to lift heavy weights. Just enough for resistance. Although my brother talked to me recently and said that my goal should be to be better than my younger self.

Yeah. I would love to bench press 275 pounds regularly. But that sounds REALLY absurd at the moment. One step at a time.

Yup. I used to bench 250 regularly, bro.

*Practice drives on the freeway.

I had kind of stopped doing that after I went to my high school reunion. Like I said, I kept my driving on the surface streets to go to physical therapy/chiropractor and the cardiologist.

At some point, I have to go back to driving on the freeways. Can’t be limited.

*Resume the podcast.

Talking still exhausts me. And talking to someone else is giving me a lot of anxiety these days.

I also love talking. I love talking to people. That’s just me. And I want to keep my podcast going. I took a break originally in the summer only for things to happen afterwards. I haven’t done a pod since the spring.

I did a practice run for myself earlier today. It tires me out. But it’s like any exercise; I should get better once I do a lot of reps.

I hope to resume the podcast this month.

All this while I try to manage my anxiety. Of course, I’ll continue my meditation (whaddup, HeadSpace!), which I have done for 50 straight days.

Oh, yeah. One more.


I haven’t gone in a loooong time. And seriously, it’s not me if I don’t do karaoke! Does my anxiety kick in during that time? I need to know. Tell me, baby girl, ‘cause I need to know.

Those are immediate goals. This will help me in the long run. I can’t say I’m the most goal-oriented person but this will help shape me to not only my full recovery, but also to be the best Rey Moralde I can be.

I always told people I was at my happiest in my late 20s (2007, to be exact).

Maybe I can be happy at 39 and 40.

I love you all. Thank you so much for sticking with me.


I was doing well, health-wise, in the last few days. And I was starting to find my rhythm writing basketball. Life was starting to look up.

But after I watched the late game between the Wizards and the Lakers, Pops called me up and mentioned that one of my uncles passed away in NorCal. It froze me. I broke down.

You never want to think that anybody, especially a family member, would be going away. It’s been difficult dealing with losses in the last year. It really started when good friend, Colleen Burns, passed away tragically in the summer of ’16. My brother’s best friend, who I played basketball with in my teens and 20s, also died tragically playing ball from a heart attack (this is resonating with me more and more). I’ve also had a cousin and an aunt (my mom’s sister) die in consecutive days and in different circumstances.

I was dealing with so many emotions last night. I was sad because I lost yet another family member. I was scared because life is so fragile. I was frustrated because it’s so tough to be so limited physically. And I was angry because all of these things were happening.

While I couldn’t sleep, various friends contacted me throughout the night to make sure I was okay. My chest did hurt for a bit and my back felt super tense again. After getting those talks and doing a lot of breathing, I was finally able to go to sleep around 3 AM. It didn’t help that on some nights, I had been afraid to sleep because I thought I would never wake up.

It’s been rough.

Earlier in the morning, though, I got a surprise text. It was my best friend from high school, Madison Alexander, who I know as simply Gee. He happened to be in town for JUST today and wanted to catch up. Gee had been busy hosting trade shows all over the world. We met at a local park.

Gee had known a few things about the recent car accident but he didn’t know all of the other things that had been happening like my hypertension that sent me to the emergency room and the heart attack that I did not even feel. I also told him about the anxiety that I had been having.

Gee also told me his own problems, in terms of his health. He’s doing better than he was a few weeks ago. He had also been through a lot in the last few years, like dealing with the death of his newborn baby. We also talked about our synchronicity. Gee told me that he was wearing the shirt the last time we saw each other, which was three years ago! He just felt that, besides it being overdue, he NEEDED to see me today and waited until the morning to call me up. I’m glad he did.

I also got to see his dad, who was with him playing hoops. I hadn’t seen him in 20 years. I remember him being such a kind man and he remembered me being so positive (which has been far from that these last seven weeks). He’s in his mid-60s and he still runs around the court like he’s in his 30s (basically me and Gee).

The talk with Gee and his dad was very therapeutic to me. And the timing (the synchronicity!) was great. He was like the guardian angel that was sent to me when I needed it the most. Hopefully, it won’t be another three years before I see him. I hope you’re reading this, Gee. You know I love you, brother.

Last night was a setback. Today didn’t bring back my uncle. But I’m sure my uncle wouldn’t want me to just give up and he would want me to take care of myself, even though there is so much going on in my life. I feel bad that I won’t make it to his funeral; there is no way I can make that trip to NorCal without a moment of being terrified and anxious. But again, I have to take care of myself, first and foremost. This fatigue won’t last forever. Neither will my back pain. Heck, neither will I but there is no way I’m quitting life.

Life will continue to throw lemons. But I’m gonna keep going. And drink lemonade.

I love you all. Please help lift me up in these trying times.


Friday was the last main obstacle concerning the danger zone for me. It was finally my appointment to the cardiologist. The nurses in the clinic were pretty sure I’m fine. But then again, you never know. After all, my last EKG test mentioned that I had a heart attack.

They made me take another EKG test. After that, the cardiologist saw me. Told him everything that was going on. He mentioned that the heart attack was from the stress and he recommended that I take more tests (including a stress test) on a later date. The EKG test revealed today that my heart was beating normally so that was of great relief to me.

As for my fitness, he told me that I should take it easy for a couple more weeks before I can slowly get myself back to full tilt. It had been mentioned before that my body had been weakened over the last few weeks. While I’m going to see the cardiologist more than I would like, this felt like the best news I’ve had in weeks.

I’m gonna be okay.

Of course, outside of the heart problems, I’m actually fighting a cold right now. It is flu season so that annoys me more than anything right now. I am sore all over the place.

I can’t remember the last time I felt healthy on both body and mind. Maybe August? There are still nights when I don’t want to do anything because of my anxiety.

But let’s start the road to a full recovery. You can do this, Rey-Rey.

And as always, I appreciate your love and support throughout this ordeal. I love you guys.