Taylor Swift wrote another open letter this week on Tumblr, and no it wasn’t to Apple, but it was a heart-felt response to a fan having some trouble through a series of medical problems stemming from a congenital heart defect.
hey tay! i’m not usually one for posts like this, but i have something i need to share with you.
you’ve seen a few of my posts before, but this is something that i’ve never shared with you… or anybody for the most part. i want to let you know that i was born with a congenital heart defect, and as a result i’ve had holes and leaks in two of the valves in my heart. i’ve had surgery twice and because of this my heart is mainly ((hence the word “mainly”)) hole free! however, ever since i actually could comprehend that there was something wrong with me, i never truly understood why i deserved to have a severe and life threatening condition anyway
in light of all my confusion, i’ve found someone whose made all of these blurry lines become clear and i want to thank you for that.. taylor, you’ve made each and every long hospital visit, echo, ekg, iv, etc., easier, and i am so so incredibly grateful for that. you allowed me to be accepting towards the condition that i have and i’m so unbelievably thankful for that… love you always, emily.
and Taylor Swift responded.
This was beautiful. I can’t imagine what it must have been like to have to undergo huge surgeries like that, and the fear and stress that came along with them. Then you heal and have to live in constant fear that something might happen or you might work your heart too hard… I think it’s amazing that you’re so honest about how it’s affected you. It’s impossible to be positive all the time about something that completely terrifies and confuses you, and I’m glad you’re not putting that kind of weird pressure on yourself. Thanks for listening to my music to escape from your fears and to confront them. I really appreciate you writing this. Sending you the biggest hug from my hotel room, where I’ve just raided the snack bar and eaten everything in the style of a raccoon rummaging through a trash can.