I was 41, on my way to work, when I started feeling pains in my left arm. Heart problems had killed both my dad and his brother when they were in their 50s. Fortunately, I realized I was having a heart attack, so I drove myself to Johns Hopkins.
It’s a very scary thing when you have to go into the emergency room with chest pains. You want people who are thinking on a higher level. I needed angioplasty, and then stents. From that moment on, I’ve trusted the specialists at Johns Hopkins to manage my heart care. Through a tailored plan, they’ve kept me informed and healthy.
Even though I run a crazy business that operates seven days a week, Johns Hopkins has kept my life on track. I’m 61 and going strong.
