Grandma almost died – SEVEN times!
The attacks came with no warning. At any time of the day or night, it would hit her with uncaring abandon, leaving the hearty, cheerful old lady bent over and crippled with pain. Her face ashen and sweaty. The breath rattling wheezily through her chest.
In agony, she’d gasp for water – and her pills. I would rush to the fridge to fetch her brown colored bottle. A few moments after she placed the tiny white tablet under her tongue, she’d find blessed relief.
The uncertainty about when the next attack would come had us all on tenterhooks. We all knew she might die from one of them. That was nerve wracking.
It wasn’t until many years later that I learned about unstable angina, what causes it, and how to treat it.