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Boom West Coast recruit Sam Mitchell predicts his new club can challenge for the AFL flag in 2017, and says hes committed to staying at the Eagles for the long term.Mitchell dropped a bombshell during the trade period when he made the move from Hawthorn to West Coast on a one-year deal.The 34-year-old is likely to play on for the Eagles in 2018 if his form and fitness warrants it, and hell become part of the clubs coaching panel once his playing days are over.West Coast bombed out of the finals at the first hurdle last season, and theyll be without injured ruckman Nic Naitanui (knee) for most of 2017.But Mitchell, who won four premierships during his glittering 307-game career at Hawthorn, predicts bright things for the Eagles.He may also be awarded the 2012 Brownlow medal after Jobe Watson handed his back on Friday after serving a long ban for a doping violation.Richmonds Trent Cotchin and Mitchell were tied for second in the count.If I thought this was a football club that didnt have success on the horizon, I wouldnt have made the move, Mitchell said on Friday.Im really excited by the playing list and the football club and the ambition of the place.I think this is a club that can finish in the top four and do well in the finals.Mitchell said even if he only played one season at the Eagles, he wouldnt be moving back to Melbourne any time soon.Ive moved my family over. I didnt do that for one year or two years. Ive moved here for the long term, Mitchell said.Eventually Ill end up coaching. Ive got a real passion for that part of the game.Mitchell isnt dreading the extra travel that will be thrust upon him now that hes based in Perth.But he couldnt help but laugh about media reports that stated he drove all the way from Melbourne to Perth with former Hawthorn teammate Bradley Hill, who joined Fremantle during the off-season.So what happened there was Brad Hill and I were going to the (Hawthorn) footy club to clean our locker out, Mitchell explained.And he didnt have his car there, so I drove him home.He sent a snapchat that said something like Haha, driving across the Nullarbor.And then everyone started running with it, thinking it was serious. It was just sarcasm.We drove 15km. 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The unfamiliar doctor was concerned after hearing a pronounced murmur in my heart through a stethoscope, and then he asked me matter-of-factly: Do you have a family history of just dropping dead?Thus began a journey with my body that continues to this day.I was quickly taken to the local childrens hospital and was initially misdiagnosed with a valve abnormality. Despite the error, my pediatric cardiologist was still correct in his assertion that something was negatively impacting the blood flow in my heart and that it would worsen. He warned of eventual symptoms and side effects and even surgery, but the news didnt feel real to me.At the time, I was lucky, and largely asymptomatic. I knew I had to be careful and what the consequences could be if I wasnt, but I didnt let it faze me. I earned 12 varsity letters in high school, and ran a five-minute mile with ease. I say that not to brag, but to explain just how hard it was to hear that I would not be allowed to play sports in college because of my ailment. It was heartbreaking. While I think I hid it well to most people around me, inside I was angry. I felt like my body had let me down.However, my condition did noticeably deteriorate in the ensuing years, and I had some scary experiences while working out. I collapsed one day after running and knew it was more serious than I had previously acknowledged.After seeing several cardiologists and hearing a slew of opinions over a multiyear span, I was finally diagnosed with hypertrophic obstructive cardiomyopathy (HOCM) in 2014. I was placed on extensive exercise restrictions and put on a twice-daily medication. I was in a constant state of fatigue and frequently got lightheaded and dizzy after performing activities as simple as standing up from my office chair or walking up the steps.I remember looking at myself in the mirror and wondering how I could have gone from such an athletic person to someone who couldnt do much of anything. It was a devastating feeling. In the fall of last year, I went to the Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy Center clinic at Tufts Medical Center in Boston. For the first time, it felt like the medical staff was listening to what I was saying and actually having explanations for it. And not only that, but they had a possible solution to alleviate many of my symptoms.Open-heart surgery. Specifically, a septal myectomy. And while hearing that initially felt like all of the air hhad been sucked out of the room, I quickly grew open to the idea.dddddddddddd I was being given an opportunity to potentially do so many of the things I loved to do again. I couldnt say no.In April, I underwent the lengthy procedure and awoke to my new-and-improved unobstructed heart. While the pain was intense, I almost immediately -- or after the heavy medication wore off -- felt such a sense of pride. I remember thinking: I did this. I made it through this. My body did this.I used to begrudge my body for what it couldnt do, feeling shame every time I had to make up an excuse for why I couldnt join friends at various exercise classes or anger when a one-flight walk up the stairs became debilitating. Now, since the surgery, I look at my body not for what it cant do, but for what it can.Just one day after being operated on, I was able to walk around the hospital corridors -- slowly, to be sure, but I was still moving. While I ultimately required two additional surgeries before going home -- to insert a pacemaker as an unfortunate consequence of the first procedure -- I still continued to get up and walk around. The halls of the ICU were my track, and I faced them just as I faced the actual track during my time as a competitive runner.After nine long days in the hospital, I finally went home, and the next day I walked a mile. Im sure it wasnt pretty, but I did it. I hope I never forget the appreciation I felt for being able to move on my own, breathe the fresh spring air and feel the warmth of the sun on my skin.Now three months removed, I am working out six days a week -- sometimes under the guidance of nurses in a rehab setting, and other times on my own at the gym. In my past life, I was comparing myself to those around me -- wondering why others got to run faster or longer or even why someone was skinnier than I was. But now I have an overwhelming sense of acceptance. Im just happy to be there.Sometimes, I stop and marvel at what I have accomplished over the past few months. I clearly wasnt born with the best heart, but every step I take and every new accomplishment in my journey feels like a victory.Sure, Ive had my setbacks. Running has still proved too tough a task (for now, anyway) and multiple failed attempts brought back some temporary resentment. But overall, I cant believe what Im capable of.I look at the scars on my chest not with disgust, but with pride. They may not exactly land me on the cover of Vogue, but theyre mine -- a constant reminder of what Ive been through and how strong I really am. Maybe I cant do everything I once did, and maybe I never will, but I appreciate everything I can do.And thats good enough for me.DArcy Maine is a writer and reporter for espnW. Follow her on Twitter @darcymaine_espn.? ' ' '