A week ago, my husband had a heart attack while we were on a quiet day trip to Bennington, Vermont. One moment we were admiring the countryside, the next I was yelling at him to pull over as he gripped his chest. With no cell signal and no time to spare, I took the wheel and drove fast, scanning desperately for an “H” sign on the roads. Somewhere between panic and prayer, we made it to the emergency room. (And yes, I may have tailgated a Florida license plate going 20 in a 30 mph zone. Desperate times, but I didn't honk at the driver.)
After My Husband’s Heart Attack, These 8 Truths Changed Everything
