Recently, someone asked me this question: "What happened when your heart stopped"? I have been asked many questions since the Sudden Cardiac Arrest (SCA) in 2009, but not quite that one. There was part of me that wanted to respond: "Nothing much." But that's not the nicest part of me; that part is a tad sarcastic, so I refrained.
After a second or two, I realized they were asking (with the best of intentions) what I felt or what I remember that I felt as the arrest happened. So I recounted: I was sitting there staring at a wall across the way, my vision went to a tunnel and I was out. The next thing I remember was waking up with a whole bunch of very loud people scurrying about, trying to put an oxygen mask on my face (that I wasn't having any of), telling me I was OK. Well, aside from the fact that you have no idea what happened -- you are pretty sure it was NOT ok - that was about it. That is all I remember. I have no recollection of the three shocks with the paddles or any of the rest of it.
As the arrest happened, my vision went to a tunnel. (Many months later, I learned from a Sanjay Gupta, MD television special that there is a reason for the tunnel. Apparently, the retina is exceptionally sensitive to the loss of blood flow, so darkness arrives in that last second of consciousness.
But I report, I did not see a bright light, I did not see a halo, I did not see Mom motioning me from the other side.
My only memory is going out with that tunnel.
So "what happens when your heart stops?" Hell if I know. And not all that eager to find out.
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