My 22 year old son Daniel died of a heart attack on July 22,2012. I am devastated. He was the middle child of 4 children. We are all very close and just had the most wonderful start to the summer. Daniel is a very talented and upcoming chef with a bright future in the culinary arts.
On July 21, he had a day out with his younger brother and friends. He was smiling from ear to ear the last time I saw him. Later in the evening he started having heart burn, a symptom he often complained of....I thought from the spicy foods and Tabasco sauce he ate constantly. He also had complained a few weeks before only to take tums and say it was better.
On July 22, I left for work around 5:30am and my life will never, ever be the same. I came home at 1:30pm to emergency vehicles in front of the house. I thought a fire or something, due to the firetruck being the first vehicle I immediately saw. I walked up to toward the front door and noticed an empty stretcher on the sidewalk with an EMT standing beside of it. My youngest son ran out to stop me from entering the house. He said, "Mamma it's Daniel." I said, "What's wrong with Daniel." He said, "he's gone." Gone where? "He's dead Mamma..he was purple when I came down stairs and I went in his room to find the phone." The corner called the next day after conducting an autopsy. Something they usually don't do. He told me to get the other children tested immediately. Daniel has died of an enlarged heart and heart failure.
What is wrong with me? I had heart surgery at 35. Why didn't I realize that the heart burn was a symptom of a possible heart attack. What kind of mother doesn't get their child checked sooner if heart disease is hereditary. I totally blame myself for his death. It was so preventable. I will never forgive myself. for his death.