Because that's pretty much what happened to Jana. I wonder if anyone ever called her doctor and said "You know how she was complaining about her heart? Hey, she died of a heart attack in the break room at work." Bet not.
This show gave me a bunch of questions to take to my doctor when I got in for my next checkup, in a few weeks, especially since I've had a few bouts of light-headedness that may or may not be related to my "blood pressure of a zombie" as my former chiropractor used to call it. (I have the opposite problem of most folks. Instead of being high, my blood pressure sometimes practically drops off the scale. I think the lowest he got was 80/48.) Which I suspect might be related to cardiac arrhythmia.
Of course, my major concern is still that I find the idea of dying a lot less upsetting than the idea of being accused of being a hypochondriac, or being dismissed as a hysterical woman. I made peace with my maker a long time ago, back in college, when I realized that no one believed my "imagined" heart irregularity and that I just had to get used to the idea that I might die because the medical establishment didn't care. And hey, dying's not so bad. Went there temporarily when I drowned when I was 2 years old. Nice place. But for the sake of others around me, I really should make sure I'm not on the verge of cacking off.