“Why do you set the alarm clock if you have no intention of getting up?” This is how I woke to the voice of my devoted wife in addition to the insistent noise of the alarm clock which in the last few days has not been successful in waking me from my sleep. I got up more tired than when I went to bed. The day started slowly accompanied by a general weakness all over my body. When I got to work, I realized that I would be better off going back home to rest. I waited for my replacement who could not come for two hours. I waited until the phone brought me bad news. “We took Father to the hospital. There is something with his heart!” said my sister. As soon as I got this message I got into my car and drove to the hospital. Now I knew why I did not feel well, “My heart predicted this.” From afar I saw my mother standing by the drinks machine and she was buying everyone drinks. My mother gave me an update and we were waiting for the specialist to decide on the best treatment for my father. The moment I entered the room to visit my father, the specialist walked in. The doctor suddenly told me to take off my shirt. I smiled and explained that I might look old because of gray hair I only came here for my father. The doctor turned serious and said emphatically: “Please sit down on the chair and let me examine you, you do not look good at all!” With a look from my mother that left me no choice, I sat down. After a brief examination the doctor confirmed: “You are in the middle of having a heart attack!” Three minutes later I was confined to a bed surrounded by many staff members and rushed to the operating room where they immediately began open-heart surgery that saved my life. Father also underwent surgery, and we recovered together side by side.
א.ש.ח.
