July 3, 2018, I went to bed around 2 am. I felt good prior to going to bed. Around 4 am, I woke up feeling tightness around my chest.
My intuition told me to get up, take an aspirin and drive to the emergency room. The reason I drove myself was two nights earlier I had the same experience and I called 911 and it took them over 25 minutes to get to my house. I figured if I was having a heart attack I could get to the hospital before the ambulance got to my house. So, I drove there. On the way, I called my son and told him I was going to the emergency room, as I thought I was having a heart attack. He said he would meet me there. I arrived at the hospital around 4:20 am and I saw a guy behind the counter that had a twirly mustache.
I told him I need to be seen right away as I thought I was having a heart attack. He replied, take a number and we will be with you shortly. I replied I need to be seen right away as I was having a heart attack and he said, “okay, come on with me,” and he would show me I wasn't having a heart attack. I was hoping he was correct, but I needed proof as my chest was hurting. He connected the EKG wires to my chest and he said, “Oh my god, man, I am so sorry; you are the real deal,” and he screamed, “code red.” Then people came out of everywhere and they were cutting off my clothes and sticking needles all over my body and a young beautiful woman held my hand and started asking me all kinds of questions about my children and grandchildren.
Then something happened and I was in a real bright white light and all the pain was gone and I felt like I was floating on air. I remember saying to myself, “Whatever they gave me was the best drug ever, as all my pain is gone,” but so were all the people working on me.
I don't remember how long it was, but all of a sudden, the girl holding my hand was crying and I was asking her, “Why are you crying?” and she was surprised I was conscious and back with her. She then told me that I had flat-lined and they defibrillated me and I returned to life.
I could hear the doctor yelling to the team, “Let’s get him to the operating room!” as I needed a stint. While they were inserting the stint, I flat-lined again and when they got the stint inserted, I heard the doctor cry out, "You're going to be okay now, buddy,” and he said, “Great work.”
They then placed me in a recovery room and scheduled my quadruple bypass operation. The next morning my doctor came to my bed first and said he wanted to see his miracle first. He then told me of the statistics of recovery from flatlining twice, and he said it’s a miracle that I am alive.