Nah, I'm a Christian and I was not worried. The doctor said to me, "You're having a heart attack." I said, "How do you know?". He showed me my EKG. Boy, was that "neat". It was a humongous hill. I had to wait a few days for my bypass, but it went well.(obviously).
They didn't bypass me. Angioplasty, no biggie. One bad lesion in my proximal circ, bad stuff, but the Doc told me that my regimine of aspirin probably saved my life that time.
A motnh later the artery occluded and Mr Impending Doom was back. This time 911 and a ride in the ambulance.
Rotoblation. They stuck the ole rotor rooter blade in there and began chopping up the lesion. Wll, the bits and pieces have to go somewhere so they end up in the micro vasculature and I end up doing bridges on the cath table. I thought I was gonna die at that point and like you I wasn't afraid of dying at all. My Mom, Dad and little brother have gone before me and I found myself communing with them.
When all was said and done the Doc tells me that I have an unusually high threshhold for pain and I have to be careful because I still, to this day 8 years later, exercise vigorously and I'm a competetive guy. I told him from my vantage point my threshold was exceptionally low because it hurt like hell. We laughed, haven't seen him in years now. Hope to keep it that way.
God bless Andrew, stay well.