Back From The Edge: A Personal Memoir of Surviving A Heart Attack

摘要

I was dying and, in some grim, unaccountable way, I almost welcomed it. The searing pain in my chest was unbearable and I knew I couldn't go on much longer. If my body's clear message weren't enough, the stricken faces staring down at me left little doubt about my condition. It was a little after 1:00 p.m. on March 2. 1992, and I was in the emergency room of Flushing Hospital in New York City. The day had started uneventfully, an ordinary Monday. Driving to work that cold winter morning, my thoughts were elsewhere. In four days, my wife Marianne and I would be basking in the tropical sun on the cruise shop Royal Princess. We were hooked on a 10-day voyage that would take us through the Panama Canal. I was planning a light work week, intending to clear my desk by that Wednesday.