On October 30th, 2015 at the age of 49, I was on my way to a meeting at the police department (I’m a police detective), and as I walked through the roll-call room I just dropped. I was not breathing, no pulse, no nothing.
My co-workers immediately started CPR on me. The first responders arrived on scene and they determined that I needed to be shocked back to life and they didn’t have a defibrillator so they took over CPR and they called for one. Just by the grace of God, there was an emergency medical service (EMS) worker on his day off a block away from the police station and he had his own automated external defibrillator (AED). They shocked me several times and revived me and got me to the hospital. I was placed in a medically-induced coma, and for four days after they eased me out of the coma, I was in a real state of confusion.
It was initially believed that I had a heart attack. My kidneys failed on me as well, so they really couldn’t do much with me at that point. Once they went in to do the check to see if I had any blockages, I had none, zero, nada, so they were trying to figure out what caused my sudden cardiac arrest. They diagnosed me with hypertrophic cardiomyopathy.