I was 59 years old and in very good shape. Never smoked, bp 95 over 60 resting pulse 48 had been through a stress test six months ago with no issues. Came home from playing tennis and took a shower while my wife was making dinner. I looked down and found two aspirin in my hand (I never take aspirin). I realized what I was doing and asked my wife to call 911 that I was in trouble. By the time she got them on the phone, I was flat on my back feeling like an elephant was jumping up and down on my chest saying "Don't breathe". The first emt says he's fine bp 120 over 80 pulse 60. The woman emt says he's dying, give him nitro. In the ambulance she is in the front seat with the guy working on me in the back. She says over her shoulder." $20 says he won't make it to the hospital". He says." no he's a fighter, I can see it in his eyes." She says. " I can see the ekg and he's toast." All I could think of was that my first wife was married to me for 20 years before she knew what color my eyes are. He can't see anything in my eyes but she can probably see the ekg. It took me over a week to figure out he was saying, "he's awake, shut up". I don't really know all of what they did to me in the ambulance, but Fr. Mike met my wife at the hospital and told her was sorry for her loss. She responded what loss, I thought it was indigestion. He ran back to find out that I didn't die in the ambulance, or if I did I didn't stay that way. They did a cath, removed the blockage and installed a stent. I survived a widowmaker 100% blockage of LAD. The next morning I am laying in the hospital bed feeling sorry for myself and angry at the ihjustice. I did everything I was supposed to do, why am I here. They wanted us to walk, so I was hanging onto the IV tree for dear life and doing the cardiac shuffle like everyone else. We looked like the Battan Death March. I decided I did not wat to live like this so I tried to pretend I had a spring in my step and tried to whistle a happy tune. With the little wind I could muster, I had to settle for wheezing a happy tune. Now, I am 68 and see a trainer three times a week, I can't play tennis or ski anymore, but I can do almost anything else that I used to do. Whatever you do, don't give up and don't give in. It will get better.