The symptoms — fatigue, a “really bad cough” — struck Lauren Weisman 10 years ago, a few weeks after she gave birth. The diagnosis, after three misdiagnoses, was cardiomyopathy, a rare form of heart disease.
Her condition worsened within months.
“Nothing” — not medicine, not rest — “was helping me,” said Weisman, of Holbrook, L.I., who was on maternity leave from her job as a speech therapist.
What if I skip the next few paragraphs? Would anyone notice? If they do, would they mind, or be glad?
These are the questions that can often cross your mind when you lead a seder, as I’ve found myself doing for the past 20 years or so. It’s not a role I’ve ever sought out, and I’d much rather share the responsibility with others, but it seems to fall on me by default.