I remember when I got my first 'flutter' or pvc. I was 12 years old and was playing outside my aunt's house, when my heart did a little pitter patter. It took my breath away, but I wasn't scared. I didn't know anything about the heart or its rhythm, I just knew that it felt funny, but that was it. I would get these flutters on and off about 2 or 3 times a year, I told my mom, but she just brushed it off. I hardly gave them a second thought until they happened, I never anticipated them coming, and I didn't lose sleep over them. Over the years they have slowly but surely increased and now I get them in runs: the ones you think are gonna kill you, yeah, thats them. They have taken over my life, my personality, my future. I feel hopeless some days and hopeful on others. I hope that whoever reads this can get some insight into how terrifying it is to live your life like this. I don't go to amusement parks anymore, I'm not fun anymore, I'm only 23 and all my friends are partying it up, while I sit and watch everybody else get drunk, not daring to myself b/c I know that tomorrow would be hell if I did. I hope someday that the medical community would KNOW what the solution to this is, so that others that come after we are gone may never have to know what this is like!! Thank you all for reading my thoughts!!