Get to Know Betsy Dickinson
The running joke in my household growing up was what creative tactic I would employ the next time we went out to a restaurant that would keep my mom from taking the foil wrapped pats of butter home in her purse. My mom came from a family with pretty severe heart disease – my uncles (her brothers) died young of either heart attack or stroke – so butter should not have been a mainstay in her diet. Especially because her cholesterol levels were what doctors called “remarkable”. So it wasn’t altogether surprising when I was diagnosed with hypercholesterolemia at the ripe old age of 18 – but at least I came by it naturally.