On the morning of June 24, 2019, I began to experience chest pain at the end of a workout at my gym. Being a doctor had nothing to do with the fact that I knew I was having a heart attack. The pain (squeezing and twisting in my left chest that was radiating to my left jaw, shoulder and down to my elbow) was impossible to ignore.
Despite knowing that it was the completely wrong thing to do (and the only wrong thing I did that day) I drove home from the gym because I HAD TO see my wife. When I got home, I immediately had her call 911. Within minutes of the paramedics arrival, I confirmed my diagnosis by EKG (there is nothing more surreal than reading your own EKG in the middle of having a heart attack). Two hours later I was off of the cath lab table having received 2 stents in my LAD (AKA "The Widow Maker"). I am forever grateful to the paramedics, outstanding doctors and nurses but especially my wife for getting me through that day.
I walk and fundraise and tell my story for the AHA because I want to raise awareness. I want to be able to help the next person who is in my situation. My story can save a life.