blinkstar.gif (494 bytes) Roger Pattee

My name is Roger A. Pattee and I am 52 years old. I am a white male police sergeant. On the 19th of February, 1999, I suffered a heart attack. I was fairly out of it, according to my wife.

 

I do not remember much after being taken into the emergency room, except I very vividly remember my wife standing in the doorway of the ER room, rocking back and forth and crying, hands clasped at her face/mouth. All I could think of is how much she is hurting and why is this 'hurt' happening to her.

I was stabilized and taken to the ICU. I do not remember anything from that point on until a day or two later. A fellow police officer came to visit me and I was speaking a few things to him, but I don't remember him being there at all.

On the 20th of February, 1999, I was given a PCTA, to unblock my heart arteries. The PCTA lasted longer then expected, and my wife and daughter were quite anxious to have the process end. The cardiologist advised them what the progress and expected results were.

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When the cardiologist finally came out and spoke to them, he indicated that my heart had stopped, but they were able to use shock and get my heart to start. But it required numerous jolts and applications. I still bare the burn marks on my chest.

This is what I remember:

I suddenly woke up and everything appeared calm and cool. I felt relaxed and in no pain. I sensed I was 'floating'. I turned to my left and I remember seeing a bank of electrical things and a television monitor. I turned to my right and saw two doctors doing something to a body that appeared to be below me. Past these two doctors wearing surgical masks and gowns, there appeared to be a bank of window. Looking through one of the windows were my Mother and Father. They are both deceased due to natural causes. They were smiling and I remember my Father saying, "Not now Rogums. Not now." And my Mother was sort of waving. They were both smiling. I don't remember anything after that until I woke up in the ICU.

'Rogums' was what my Father called me affectionately.

I told my wife what I saw and experienced. All she did was comfort me and say that it was all right.

I can honestly say that my relationship with my wife was my driving force to get better and remain healthy.

"To love is to receive a glimpse of heaven." - Karen Sunde

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