It’s October 11th, 2013, and I wait in the lobby of a small hotel near Love Field in Dallas, Texas. I’m headed home to Nevada after a week of work. I feel discomfort in my chest. In the next moment, I am sprawled out on the carpet in the lobby. My chest explodes in ripples of pain. I watch curious people watching me. I hear the siren. The ambulance takes me to the University of Texas Southwestern Medical Center a few blocks away. I think it’s a long, long ride.
Dr. Aslan Turer is on duty. He grabs my hand. I close my eyes tight and see an oval shaped portal with hues of soft yellow and blue inviting me through. I feel peace. I feel free.
(Fact: I have a Proximal LAD Lesion, appropriately called the Widowmaker, with less than a 6% survival rate.)