I’m 46. I’m a Mama. And I’m Scared of Dying.

At 46, I never imagined I'd be confronting my own mortality while still raising my children. Between monthly cardiology appointments, heart tests, marriage, motherhood, and the fear I don't always talk about, I'm learning that being strong doesn't mean being unafraid. This is my story—and a reminder to every mama carrying something heavy that her fears matter, too.