WHAT IS IT LIKE TO BE DEAD FOR 43 MINUTES?
I CAN TELL YOU FROM MY FIRST-HAND EXPERIENCE!
On May 14th 2012, I died for 43 minutes after having a heart attack on my wife's 43rd birthday, only to come back and get screwed in a court of law.
THE CARDIOLOGIST TREATING ME SAID NOTHING WAS WRONG!
In summary, before my heart attack, I went to a cardiologist a few times and was told nothing wrong with my heart. Three months later, I had an episode unlike any other episode I have had before, but after 20 minutes it went away. I went back to the cardiologist early the next morning and was assured yet again that it was not my heart.
The doctor thought it was something I ate. Two and a half weeks later I found out that it was my heart when I had a massive heart attack. I was clinically dead for an astounding 43 minutes.I was given up for dead at 30 minutes when the ER doctor told my wife and children there was nothing else they can do for me.
I'M ALIVE TODAY BECAUSE OF CHERYL AND SKILLED DOCTORS
My wife knowing I wouldn't leave her, pleaded for ten more minutes of CPR. After 8 minutes, my heart restarted. I was in a coma for 17 days fighting for my life while all my organs were shutting down. I was in the hospital for approximately a month. I am amazed at the almost full recovery I have made since then.
EVEN THOUGH MALPRACTICE WAS PROVEN, I LOST MY CASE
After 3 years, I finally got my day in court and was well prepared to testify against the cardiologist who I feel killed me. I was still speaking when the doctor got up and walked out of the courtroom! I had waited three years to look this doctor in the eye and let him know that I know that he made a mistake in not doing anything except to reassure me that it wasn't my heart during the last emergency visit. Hard to believe, but he had even laughed it off, literally, telling me I worried too much. I'd waited for the satisfaction of seeing him listen to me say he'd given me the wrong medical advice and considered it his fault that I went through what I did. But, by walking out, he even took that away from me.
My family bravely testified on my behalf and my expert witnesses also testified that this doctor was negligent with my health care. Unfortunately, 6 jurors felt it was me, the victim, who was negligent for trusting this so called doctor and not taking me to the hospital sooner. They thought it was just a coincidence I had chest pain prior to the heart attack on May 14th, 2012 and all the other symptoms leading up to the tragic conclusion--death. We also found out during the trial that this doctor had privileges for Stony Brook hospital but never came to visit me. Though he didn't visit, he did look at my chart during the trial and saw I had one clogged artery at 90 % and another at 100 %. After I was miraculously brought back to life, the doctor who saved me had to put in multiple stents to allow blood to go from my arteries to my brain. So much for not having any heart issues. Sounds pretty guilty to me.
My heart was broken yet again because it was so obvious I was screwed over--This time by 6 jurors! This is just a very brief summary of my unbelievable meeting with death.
IF YOU DON'T THINK THE DIAGNOSIS IS CORRECT, GET A SECOND OPINION
Our book describes what happened in great detail, because I want to get this story out before this happens to anyone else. I must ask the question: Would you send one of your family members to a doctor who assures you of something without ordering additional tests? A doctor who laughs at you when you believe there could be some-thing seriously wrong with you? A doctor who not only doesn't visit his patient in the hospital where he works, but walks out while you are testifying to the hardships and pain you went through and continue to go through because of his mistake?