Some time ago, I wrote an article in which I talked about my heart, the problems I had with it and what I was doing about it, then I took the information off of my site.  Since then so many people have written wanting to know more and asking me to please share my story with them again and with others who may have similar symptoms; so here it is.

In my mid-thirties, I was diagnosed with mitral valve prolapse. I was told that while it could be frightening, it would never kill me. I was young, believed what I had been told, and went on with my life as usual. It fluttered now and then, but it would go away and I didn’t really think much about it.  

Then, in my mid 40's, Earl and I were traveling on a plane to Florida when my heart went into a wild irratic mode - something unknown, and foreign to me. It frightened me, and it frightened Earl. When we landed in Florida, Earl took me immediately to a doctor friend of his, who had taken care of Earl when he first had his heart problems. The doctor grounded me for three months while we tried different types of treatments. Each day that passed seemed to me that I was just getting closer to death. Finally, after more tests, it was determined that I had severe mitral valve prolapse and told that there wasn’t really anything that needed to be done. That I probably had added anxiety attacks when my heart lost it’s rhythm and not to worry. But, I did.

Over the next years, my MVP attacks came and went, until 2002, when it appeared that they had come to stay. Over a period of months, my heart raced so severely that surgery was suggested. I didn’t want surgery because Earl had died following his. I looked on the internet and found that while MVP won’t kill you, a coinciding blood clot might. I couldn’t leave the house. I sat in my chair and started leaving notes for my kids so that they would know where to find important things when I died.

Then something miraculous happened. I was able to get myself to my daughter’s for a visit. While there I met two men who were selling a product they suggested I try. They told me it would help my heart. "Another snake oil", I thought. Then one of the men, Jess, suggested that I come to his office to take a test. I had nothing to lose and so I went.

Jess, put a little clip on my finger and explained that the machine would detect my heart rate, any abnormal beats, and in addition, it would rate the condition of my arteries based on how well the blood flowed through them and their elasticity.  When we finished, it showed an irregular heartbeat and my arteries were rated at age "82". Scarey news!!!! So, I started taking the product, which contained l-arginine. I didn’t expect it to work, but was willing to give it a try.

About a month later, I realized that my heart seemed to be settling down. It raced less often, and strangely, my digestive tract was working just fine. No more stomach upsets and my energy was really high. As time passed, I felt so good that I continued to take my l-arginine faithfully, and soon I was back to my old self.

Two years ago, I came down with an inner ear infection and went to the doctor. During my exam, he listened to my heart. He had a strange look on his face as he listened. Then he looked at my chart and listened to my heart again. Then he studied my chart once more and again listened to my heart. The puzzled look on his face concerned me, so I asked him if something was wrong? He asked if it wasn’t true that I had come to him some years before with MVP? I told him I had. He remarked that my chart showed that the erratic beat of my heart back then had been severe. He asked if I’d had surgery because my heartbeat  now is perfectly normal!

Two weeks ago, I had the same test done that I’d had done before. This time, my heart rate was an even 75, and my arteries have the elasticity of a 40 year old. That’s remarkable!!

I take two products for my heart from the same company,depending on whether I am home or traveling. At home, I use VitaMist’s, CardioMax in my morning drink. If, I’m on the road, I use the spray - CardioCare.  I use all of the spray vitamins, minerals and health supplements, and I feel great! I look great! If, I were a vain person, I could even lie about my age and get away with it!

I won’t promise you that you will have the same great results as I, but I do highly recommend that you give these products a try! If, you have mitral valve prolapse, I sincerely hope that you will experience the same happy results. 

If, you're just interested in taking the purest ingredients for optimal health, then, please, give them all a try. You’ll love the convenience of the sprays and what’s more, you benefit from the full strength of each supplement since it doesn’t have to pass through the stomach first. No bad vitamin taste and no added fillers that you get with pills and tablets.

I urge you to at least take the time to read about these great products - you owe it to yourself and then share the information with the ones you love.

Be blessed on your journey,

Diana Nightingale

The hunger of all man began . . .

Much has been written about this word “success” and what it means, how to achieve it. I looked up what some of the great minds of the past had to say about this interesting condition . .  .

Earl passed away the day before Easter, in 1989, and a few months later, a friend gave me a cassette to listen to. It was by Dr. Anthony Campolo and titled, "It’s Friday, but Sunday’s Comin."

Earl was an early riser - - always popping out of bed with a great idea to write about and share with his many followers, so by mid-day, he was ready to shut off his typewriter, go to lunch and go off to “seize’ what was left of the rest of the day.  I loved that each day I shared with Earl began in the same secure and loving way, but how it unfolded was always new and surprising, and totally unpredictable.

“.. .Of course, like most of us, I’d been brought up on the popular belief that the secret of success is hard work, but I’d seen so many men work hard without succeeding and so many men succeed without working hard that I had become convinced that hard work was not the real secret even though in most cases it might be one of the requirements.
 

Have you ever felt discouragement so deeply that you had a hard time coming up with a good answer for living?

Well, we all have from time to time. And I got to thinking the other day about a fable I read some while back. I don’t remember where I read it, or who wrote it, but, here it is as well as I can remember it . . .

In the fall when the leaves are turning, a chill is in the air and roadside merchants offer fall apples, squash and pumpkins, I am reminded of the farmer who was walking through his pumpkin patch early in the growing season, and while walking near the road that ran by his farm, he found a one-gallon glass jug that some motorist had tossed into his field. He stood looking at the jug for a few moments, and then for no particularly good reason, he poked a small pumpkin into the jug without damaging the vine . . .