"I never thought I’d have a heart attack. But my body disagreed. One night, in early January, about 3:12 am. I could not breathe. My wife, immediately, dialled 911. The paramedics arrived quickly and saved my life.
Sixteen days later, after a triple bypass, I was home. I do
not recall the first two days at home. I do remember the fear that assaulted me
when I first laid down. As soon as my eyes closed, fear woke. The dread dissipated
when my partner of 41 years, Jocelyn, talked with me. Together we walked around
singing Bob Marley’s, “Three little birds”.
I begin this tale with this because, during the first week,
a major change took place. My life and future health are now intrinsically
linked to medication. I was sitting at
my dresser, where the bottles were lined up like Nutcrackers soldiers and a
memory broke, like an angry wave cascading through my whole body. A connection awakened."
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