Heart Attack.
 

We came out our front door to go shopping in the village, Ken was cleaning his car said good morning usual bit of banter, we were no longer than an hour, as we came back there was an ambulance and a fast response car next door in that time he had a heart attack and died, absolutely gobsmacked because he was quite a fit guy who did the recommended 10000 steps per day.
No body knows what is in store for us, lead life to the full while you are able too.

Rev.

Good lord, certainly puts things into perspective.

Condolences and thoughts with the family Jules

Wow, that's sad. One can never see "round the corner" and thankfully it seems that Ken was fine up to then, and did not suffer for a long time.

I know from experience how unexpected this can be. My wife was away, I'd been at the Scottish National meet, felt great after being voted best ZT. Went to bed, got up during the night for the loo, don't feel right, threw up, cold sweat, unbelievable pain in both upper arms. Only me and the dogs in the house! This is far from right, phoned 999, ambulance arrived, wired me up "you're having a heart attack!". Stent fitted and, thankfully, been fine since. Rather sobering when you know how few people survive a heart attack that occurs outside a hospital.

What happened to my father showed me fitness means nothing. He wasn't overweight, walked the dog every day, cycled the 4 mile round trip into town for his morning paper every day, weather permitting . . . . he had an survivable stroke.

I live on my own, with many friends locally, but no close relatives near, so when my time comes, I just want to go quickly, and many of my friends feel the same. A long life is only fine if you are in reasonable health.

Condolences to your neighbours family. So sad when this happens. I too live on my own and all my neighbours are at work, so when the time comes I just Hope it’s quick.

without doubt they can be quick and very fit people do indeed suffer. It was about 12 or more hours before I got the attention I needed. just thought it was indigestion. From time to time I tease my wife about it.

This I smile about. Bear in mind I'm in Norway and the medical team are having to speak in a second language for me.

me to nurse/doctor what are the chances of me dying on the table?

nurse/doctor very good......... oh I mean of surviving



macafee2

Sheer luck plays a big part in these things. Seven years ago I began to feel quite bilious and unbelievably short of breath. I knew something was wrong and asked Celia to call the emergency services. She was still talking to the operator when the ambulance guys knocked on the front door. It so happened they were on their way back to base after a false call and 50 yards away from us at the top of the road.

In hospital and on a ward within half an hour and I collapsed again but the crash team did their miracles. Thanks to a miraculous NHS I was saved and now inflicting myself on you.

To set some minds at rest I can attest there was no pain, just that awful bilious sensation. Frankly, I've had worse when as a youngster I had imbibed a tad too much Greenhall and Whitley bitter. If that's how I go then I can think of worse. Those you leave behind suffer the pain, I feel for them.

no pain, mine was very painful. Centre of chest and for some weeks afterwards it hurt. There was no white light and I did not see the grim reaper beckoning.

macafee2

No chest pain what so ever, just eye watering pain in both upper arms. Didn't see the grim reaper either, just two very concerned dogs (Suzy & Pops at the time, pre Maya) who knew something was far from right.