Is That You—or Me?

Her face was flushed and her hand was on her chest. Obviously she was in pain. We were attending a United Way luncheon to honor contributors and to learn the grand total of the year’s contributions. She and I and several other volunteers were at the Home Hospice table. Two of the hospice staff encouraged her to call for an ambulance, but she refused. She was feeling pain across her shoulders, arm and chest, classic signs of a heart attack. Finally, she agreed, but when the ambulance came, she said she felt better and didn’t need to go to the hospital. After about 15 minutes, probably convinced by the EMTs, she did go. Is that you? Or is that me? I hate going to doctors. I’m afraid they’ll find something wrong. And then I’ll have to do something about it! That woman was denying what was clearly happening to her. Her symptoms were similar to that of a man’s, but that’s not always the case for women. Don’t let stubbornness or embarrassment keep you from calling for help if your body tells you something is wrong. (I’m also talking to myself.) There’s such a thing as being embarrassed to death!


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