This week has been one of those just mind numbingly stressful weeks. I have been consumed with endless tasks relating to the design and build of a new office (apparently staying in budget while getting every single thing I want requires an act of God), trying to prepare a speech for 300 people (an honor I am so afraid to squander), train for a 10 mile race that is in 10 days, and plan a post race party for 123 of the most charitable and hardworking teammates and friends I could have asked for. The proverbial straw came this afternoon when I learned that it would cost hundreds of dollars a month to keep my practice’s current phone number after the move. I was at the boiling over point.
Then the mail came.
You will recall that about a month ago, I was on a flight back from Arizona when a fellow passenger became ill and my assistance was required. I wrote about that experience never expecting to hear another word about it.
Not so. Today, I received this letter from that patient. I share it in its entirety only excluding names for discretion.
This is G, your patient from US Air Flight 262 on Easter Sunday. I just wanted to drop you a line to thank you again and let you know what happened to me after the flight.
From the plane, they took me to Methodist Hosp. close to the airport where a blood test was taken and I was immediately put in the cardiac intensive care unit. The ER Dr. told me from the blood test that my heart enzymes were in my blood stream and they did not belong there. He said I could have had a heart attack. Then a cardiologist came in and told me I did have a heart attack. The next morning after being monitored all night and more tests, another cardiologist came in and confirmed the attack and said I was being transferred to the Jefferson University Hosp.
They were waiting for me when I arrived at Jefferson and within fifteen minutes two doctors came and spoke with us and I was off to have a cardiac catheterization. It showed I had no blockages, just 20% cholesterol. I had a total of 5 doctors at Jefferson of which I believe 4 were cardiologists. One of them explained that on the plane, my heart had a spasm and a blood clot broke away and damaged the right side of my heart and kept going and dissolved. They kept me there for four days.
I am home and my two week home confinement is finally over and I can drive. I have all new medications and additional ones to take.
I truly believe that angels do exist. I make the enclosed angel cards and carry them when I fly and give them out to all the pilots, co-pilots and flight attendants. Not only do I hand them out, but I say the prayer over and over while flying. On Flight 262, God not only had the angels fly beneath the wings of the plane but he also placed three in the plane, you, J and P. If it were not for the three of you, chances are I would not be here today.
I know my situation is nothing compared to the devastation that happened to those poor people in Boston this past week. I have and will keep them in my daily prayers along with you, J and P.
I will be eternally indebted to you. Thank you again and God bless you.
This letter was in the wad of mostly junk I slammed down on the table in frustration while on the phone with an unsympathetic Comcast rep. Boy did that put the gravity of needing a new phone number in perspective.