Here is my story.
In March 2014, I suffered a heart attack. I recovered and all was well.
I had my checkups, my follow up appointments and faithfully took my medication. On the weekend of November 20, 2015, I drove from my home in Wasaga, ON to Waterloo ON, a two and a half hour drive to spend the weekend visiting my son and his family and my daughter and her family in Kitchener. On Monday, November 23, I got up and went out xmas shopping with my daughter-in-law. At noon we got back to her house and we had our coffee before I left her place at 12:30. It was a beautiful day and I told her that I was going up the back way, but for whatever reason I changed my mind and went a different way. I stopped for coffee and continued on my way. I recall pulling into my driveway at 3:15 and brought in my suitcase and overnight bag. That's where my memory shuts off. Apparently I brought in two more items after that but I have no recollection of it.
I got into my vehicle, I closed the garage door and I drove 25 minutes to Collingwood. I don't recall doing that. I drove by my doctor's office and I drove by the hospital and drove to a building where my cardiologist used to work out of. I had no idea that he had moved eight months prior, to another building in Collingwood. I parked perfectly between the lines, so I was told later, and got out of my vehicle and headed into the building. As I did, there were two people coming out. They went on and the lady heard something. That was my head hitting the concrete step.
She came back and decided that she was going to do CPR on me. She told her coworker to call 911. He did and she continued CPR until the paramedics arrived. At one point I was not breathing and my pulse was very weak. I was put on board the ambulance and taken to the hospital where the two doctors in emergency didn't hold out much hope for my survival.
I was put into an induced coma and was sent to Mississauga Trillium Hospital where I had two stints put in. When I woke up I had no idea where I was or how I got there or what had happened. I recovered and was out of hospital within five days. My son tracked down the lady who gave my CPR and I met her twice since. The local paper, The Wasaga Sun, did an article and a picture on the front page. My cardiologist told me that this lady had doubled my chance of survival and my doctor says "she saved your life, as simple as that." I feel very luck to be alive. If I had come up the way I first planned I would have been here a half hour sooner. I could have gone to Collingwood without coming home. My Nitroglycerin was found in my coat pocket instead of in my purse where it has been for over a year. The driving part really scared me when I was told what I did. Anything could have happened.
I was wearing my medical alert bracelet and the police got all my family contacts form them. I had my cell phone, but that was locked and needed a passcode. I don't recall feeling any pain or feeling sick. I don't know what to make of it. I tell my friends that "Jesus Took the Wheel."
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