When Pride Becomes a Matter of Life and Death: The Shocking Truth Behind Embarrassment
I never want to be in that waiting room. Family and loved ones wait there hoping for the least bad news possible. The heaviness of the moment—and of the room—struck Caroline as the doctor told her the news. She burst into tears. The honesty of that moment must have been humbling. She could drop the façade: no mother with two young children is prepared for a forty-six-year-old husband with a damaged heart.
I was brought back to my room and given IV antibiotics. An infectious disease specialist was added to my team, but the cardiac specialists had not given up hope of finding a heart attack. Perhaps my attack wasn’t on the surface of my heart but was rather deep within.
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