Chicken Soup for the Soul: Heart Disease - Softcover

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9780757302718: Chicken Soup for the Soul: Heart Disease

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ISBN 10: 0757302718 ISBN 13: 9780757302718

Publisher: Hci, 2005

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Endorsed and supported by the Hope Heart Institute!

This new series from Chicken Soup for the Soul - inspirational stories followed by positive, practical medical advice for caregivers and patients - is the perfect blend of emotional support and vital information about heart disease including:

Understanding your diagnosis
working with your doctor
blood pressure and cholesterol
the DASH diet
smart exercise
alternative treatments
surgery and other options
attitude and health
cardiac rehab
living better with heart disease than you ever have before

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About the Author:

Jack Canfield is a best-selling author and one of America's leading experts in the development of human potential. He is both a dynamic and entertaining speaker and a highly sought-after trainer with a wonderful ability to inform and inspire audiences to pen their hearts, love more openly and pursue their dreams.

He is the author and narrator of several best-selling audio- and video cassette programs, including Self Esteem and Peak Performance, How to Build High Self-Esteem, Self-Esteem in the Classroom and Chicken Soup for the Soul – Live. He is regularly seen on television shows such as Good Morning America, 20/20 and NBC Nightly News. Jack has co-authored numerous books, including the Chicken Soup for the Soul Series, Dare to Win and The Aladdin Factor (all with Mark Victor Hansen), 100 Ways to Build Self-Concept in the Classroom (with Harold C. Wells) and Heart At Work (with Jacqueline Miller).

Jack is a regularly featured speaker for professional associations, school districts, government agencies, churches, hospitals, sales organizations and corporations.

Jack conducts an annual eight-day Training of Trainers program in the areas of self esteem and peak performance. It attracts educators, counselors, parenting trainers, corporate trainers, professional speakers, ministers and other interested in developing their speaking and seminar-leading skills.

Visit the Chicken Soup for the Soul website, at www.chickensoup.com.

Nobody has ever measured,
even poets, how much the heart can hold.

—Zelda Fitzgerald

I 've had my share of passionate stage kisses. As an actress, I've lip-locked with fellow thespians who have turned my knees to jelly and others who, frankly, could have used an extra strong Altoids � . Regardless of dreamy or seamy, I always knew my stage kisses were professional, not personal.

Until January 21, 1995. That night, it got deeply personal.

It wasn't a particularly romantic scene. We were at the close of a typical show. Our half-hour sketch comedy television series, Almost Live! had been on the air since 1984, and I was in my fifth year as a full-time writer-performer. Our national run on cable channel Comedy Central had vaulted us to new heights of popularity in our hometown of Seattle, and our audience that night was standing room only.

With the cast clustered tightly around our host, we waved good night Saturday Night Live! -style, and with applause ringing in our ears, the live �taping ended. Waiting for an 'all's clear' signal from our technical check, we took a couple of questions from the crowd.

Or at least that's what my colleagues told me we did. I have no memories of that show whatsoever. I do not recall anything that took place that day or for the several days that followed. Because that night, a minute or so after 10 p.m. , I died.

Though I've written comedy for years, this is no joke. I have proof: the answer to Question 24 on my Seattle Fire Department Medical Incident Report, which asks 'Patient Condition on Arrival.' Two response options are provided: (1) Alive or (2) Dead. My report has a big circle around number two. I was dead. So it's official.

Witnesses say I stood onstage among my fellow actors, began to sway in a woozy-boozy fashion, murmured 'I don't feel too . . .' then collapsed. The audience cracked up! Why wouldn't they? We had just performed a sketch spoofing the TV medical drama ER ! They made the logical assumption it was simply an actor's pratfall, and a very skillful one, too. How could they know I was a victim of sudden cardiac arrest, resulting from a dangerously fast heart arrhythmia called ventricular fibrillation? No one dreamed a vibrant and healthy woman in her thirties would literally drop dead in front of them. But I did.

Fellow cast members knew my swoon wasn't part of the script. Rapidly it became clear this was not a simple faint. Our host, John, seeing my eyes roll up in my head, my ashen color and hearing the strangulated rasp known as agonal respiration (translation: dying breaths) escape my throat, turned to the crowd and shouted, 'Does anyone have medical training?'

Amazingly, there were no health-care professionals in the audience. But far in the back, a young man built like a fireplug with close-cropped blond hair stood up and called out, 'She looks like she might be having heart problems.'

John beckoned to him, 'Can you help her?' Without hesitation this young guy bounded down the aisle steps onto the set, knelt next to me, and thrust his index and middle fingers onto the side of my throat. Everyone froze in silence for several seconds.

Then he barked out, 'Call 911!' and positioned my head, pinched my nose and sealed my parted lips with his mouth. Thus began our intense 'make-out session,' more commonly known as CPR.

My youthful leading man, Glen MacLellan, was a truck driver by day and a volunteer firefighter. He had never used his emergency CPR training until that night. Over and over he alternated between the 'kiss' that sent oxygen-rich breath into my lungs and the rapid chest compressions that kept the blood moving and carried oxygen to my brain.

Following the initial flurry of fear and confusion, my colleagues and the audience propelled into action the Chain of Survival: The first question from the 911 dispatcher was, 'Is someone administering CPR?'

'Yes!'

'Good—don't stop. We're sending a firefighter unit to you right away. Don't stop the CPR.'

Though it seemed much longer to my friends, a fire truck was there in less than four minutes, followed by a paramedic EMS unit. They took over the CPR from Glen, intubated me to maximize respiratory efforts and prepped my chest for defibrillation. In layman's terms, they cut the clothes off my upper body, stuck a tube down my throat and applied paddles to the bare skin.

In the movies, the process of shocking a patient back to life is accomplished in about thirty seconds. In real life, it's a bit longer. I lay on the studio floor, clinically dead, for at least fifteen minutes. At 10:19 p.m. , after more CPR, intravenous cardiac drugs and six— count 'em, six!—jolting shocks of increasing voltage from an automated external defibrillator (AED), paramedics restored a fragile, but viable heartbeat.

I joined the elite club of those who 'come back.' For an actress, it was the best 'comeback' of my career. I am among the less than 5 percent of �people worldwide who currently survive sudden cardiac arrest.

With the love and support of my family, friends and health-care professionals, I was released from the hospital eight days later, equipped with my own lifesaving equipment: an implantable cardioverter defibrillator (ICD) embedded firmly in my chest, monitoring every beat of my heart.

Now, about that 'kiss.' It was the most important in my life, onstage or off. And though Glen MacLellan was a complete stranger, and a young married father at that, I will never forget it or forget him. Even though I can't remember it at all.

Blanche DuBois's famous line that closes Tennessee Williams's poignant play A Streetcar Named Desire is 'I have always depended on the kindness of strangers.' Thanks to the kindness and bravery of a total stranger, I got a second chance at life.

When Glen and I met for the second time, it was once again on the set of Almost Live! , exactly two weeks after my sudden cardiac arrest. This time, it was me giving him a heartfelt hug and a tearful kiss. And there was no acting involved.

Tracey Conway

�2005. Tracey Conway. All rights reserved. Reprinted from Chicken Soup for the Soul Healthy Living Series : Heart Disease by Jack Canfield , Mark Victor Hansen , Vicki Rackner, M.D. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means, without the written permission of the publisher. Publisher: Health Communications, Inc., 3201 SW 15th Street , Deerfield Beach , FL 33442.

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