This afternoon, as I sat in the cardiologists' waiting room, awaiting my 6-months check-up, I picked up a local magazine. I suppose it must have been a complimentary copy, because when I had flipped three pages, I saw this ad, featuring guess who? Our cardiologist.
So I scanned it for you.
Dr. Kapadia (born here but his family is from India) is a hero to us. He saved Demetrios' life the time Demetrios had what I still call his "heart attack." A heart attack, by definition, causes damage to the heart, and Dr. Kapadia caught this one before that happened, so technically it's not a heart attack my husband had; it's a prevented one.
I went into the emergency room the same day with severe chest pains. There was nothing wrong with me at the time; it was just sympathy pains, psychological. The atrial fibrillation wasn't discovered until some time afterwards, but anyway, that's how Dr. Kapadia became my cardiologist as well.
And I passed the six-month check-up with high marks, thank you very much. There have been no "episodes" since Dr. Kapadia did the cardioversion.