Anniversaries
are like birthdays: occasions to celebrate and to think ahead,
usually among friends with whom one shares not only the past but also
the future. Zbigniew Brzezinski
Today
is the one year anniversary of the beginning of a new life for me. On
August 18, 2019, a Sunday morning, without any warning, a fireball of
cancer came out of the universe and struck me down. There were no
serious symptoms or anything that would have given me an inkling of
what was to befall me and how my life would be forever changed.
I
was having a normal morning. I was a bit fatigued, but that was about
all. I took care of my normal, very regular routine “business.”
Everything was fine. I then went for a morning walk, another part of
my daily routine. I believe I got about a mile and a half in. But,
when I returned to my friend's, Carolyn's, house, I felt pretty wiped
out. That wasn't normal. But, I still had no idea there was anything
seriously wrong.
Well,
within an hour or so, I was unconscious, on the floor. The first time
I had any recollection of what had happened was when I started to
regain consciousness and I was on my bed. I have no idea of any
details of my collapse or the actual amount of time. It might have
been seconds or minutes. I'd never experienced anything like this
before in my 74+ years of life. Carolyn and her grandson were
hovering over me trying to help me regain consciousness and
comprehend what was happening.
Chris,
Carolyn's grandson, a professional EMT who just happened to be
visiting his grandmother that weekend, had either seen me collapse or
found me in a pile on the floor. He managed to get me back on my bed
that I had fallen next to or at the foot of. Carolyn was checking my
blood pressure and heart rate – which, according to clinical
standards put me in the category of being dead, which is what I
probably would have been if Chris hadn't found me and called for
Carolyn. Carolyn started putting glucose under my tongue to get my
blood sugar up.
Chris
called the local EMT's who arrived within minutes along with a medic
shortly thereafter. Once they assessed the situation and got me
stabilized, they moved me to a gurney, out the door and into the
waiting ambulance. A short, but rapid trip (maybe five minutes) with
the lights flashing and siren wailing and I was being rolled into the
Emergency Room of the local, small, West Virginia University-affiliated hospital. (Continue reading the rest of the article on the blog.)

