I survived a ruptured ascending aortic an seven years ago. God placed me in the hospital when it happened. Throw in a cardiovascular surgeon who refused to let me die on the table and I have a mystery with no clear answer.
I’m alive and people far far better than me have died. Why? Probably shouldn’t think too hard about that one.
I went home early from work and stopped by my local clinic’s walk-in thinking I had a bad case of ‘heartburn’.
After some x-rays and a ultrasound the doc said, “Sir, you have to go to the hospital NOW! not later, NOW!”
Luckily, the ER is right across the street from the clinic.
They admitted me right away and scheduled me for surgery ASAP..............