In honor of all those taken by heart disease, including my Mama, both grandfathers and our dear Debbie, I would like to share an excerpt from my book, wherein I recount that eventful day…
Again I found myself thinking if I had come close to dying, it really was no big deal. They asked if I had a preference of music while they did the procedure. I had already been given my pre-op cocktail intravenously, and without hesitation shouted in my infamous southern drawl, “Crank up some Skynyrd!”