November 18, 2007, it was a beautiful day, the sun was out and the temperature was about 84 degrees. It was a Sunday and I was playing my usual paddleball. On this Sunday, I was partnered with a lefty named Jose. At best, Jose was a mediocre player and the only person who volunteered to play with him was me. I don’t usually play the power side but no righties were available to play with him. (I want to say that in the years since Jose has become a very dangerous player) curses a whole lot, but a much better player. On that day we had won 5 games in a row, things were going very well. In the middle of a game I started to feel a little dizzy and I had to call a time out. According to the guys, I went pale and I started to feel a cold sweat so I had to close my eyes and relax. I didn’t feel any better so I got ready to leave, the guys offered to drive me home or to the hospital. I said no and that I would feel better soon. I got into the car and blasted the a/c in the car. The cold air on my face felt great. I inhaled the cold air. I left Broward College on my way to Deerfield Beach looking forward to laying down and resting. On my ride home on 95 I started to feel a wave. I can only describe it as it felt like a big bear grabbed me from behind and started to give me a bear hug. That’s when I knew there was something wrong. I flashed a vision of a car crashing over a cliff. I was afraid that I would crash my car into another. As I got off at the Hillsboro exit, I’m thinking I will not stop for any lights and let the cops follow me home. I got home, and I am now in a cold sweat, I’m shivering. My savior, my son Jason is home. I ask him to call 911. I went to the bathroom to get a towel to wrap around me and by the time I returned to the living room, EMS was walking through the door. They gave me some quick assessment and placed me on the gurney. I remember seeing my mother and thinking to myself, I love you mom and I’m sorry to do this to you.
It was 12:25 when I got on the gurney at 12:35, I’m at Boca General Hospital and they are cutting my stinky paddleball shirt and shorts. When you are dying you have no time to worry or thinking about your pride. I was now thinking that my wife, who is in Orlando with her girlfriends, is going to feel abandoned. I said something to the nurses and immediately passed out. I woke up around 5:30PM and thanked God that I was still alive. Lil’s smile and Jason’s beautiful face warmed my heart.
I recently turned 65 as many of you know. I had a Cat Scan done, visited a Pulmonologist and my new Cardiologist and got clearance from both allowing me to think that I might reach 75. Dr. Colleen Rossano, one of my angels, is trying to push me to 85. I should be so lucky.
My stent is doing fine. Lungs look good…still no drinking and no smoking.
Sometimes we have to learn our lessons one lesson at a time.
Very glad to still be here. San Francisco here we come!
LOTS OF LOVE TO MY FRIEND GEORGE VEGA WHO WILL GET HIS PACEMAKER ON FRIDAY. MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU.