Talk About a Heart Attack... Thursday, August 18

Thought my nightmare was my reality when I woke up to the sound of my doorbell ringing at the brutal crack of dawn.

I had slept in accidently, it was 6:30am, but was now wide awake and shaking like a leaf cause the doorbell rang. I raced down the stairs, missing about half of them. It was the front door that had rang. We never use the front door and instead have our friends and family use the side.

The front door ringing signals someone we don’t know.

I stood like a deer in the headlights, not knowing what to do. I knew that the individual patient room phones don’t allow any calls in or out during a set time so I thought for sure it was someone from the hospital coming to tell me bad news about my mother.

Then I opened the door, heart pounding.

Turns out it was a friend of the family whom I’ve grown up with. Aware of the fact that I run every day to the hospital she thought she’d try to catch me before I left and give me a ride. Talk about a huge feel of complete relief when I opened the door and saw her smiling face looking back at me.

I swung open the door and gave her a big hug.

She ended up treating me to a Tim Horton’s coffee and breakfast. We chatted for a bit and then she dropped me off at the hospital. Growing up she’s always been there for me, kind of like a second mom, and it was nice to know that even after all these years she’s still very much the same person to me.