I had nodded politely.
Then I had gone home and convinced myself that everything was fine.
I had been afraid of what the doctors might discover. My mother had died after years of struggling with a serious heart condition, and I could not bear the thought of going through the same nightmare.
I never attended the follow-up appointment.
I never told Michael how frightened I was.
And I never mentioned the occasional dizziness or the uncomfortable pressure I sometimes felt in my chest.
Dr. Wilson watched my face carefully.
“Mrs. Bennett, your earlier tests showed some abnormalities in your heart rhythm. Those results did not establish a final diagnosis, but they were significant enough to warrant additional testing.”
I looked at Michael.
He nodded slowly.
“Three months ago, you became dizzy at home. You told me it was nothing. I wanted to call an ambulance, but you refused. The next morning, I contacted the hospital to ask how I could help you get the follow-up care you needed.”
