It was a quiet Thursday afternoon when the subtle discomfort in my chest first made its presence known. I was engrossed in reading a book by the window, the soft rustle of pages the only sound accompanying me. Suddenly, a sharp, unrelenting pain pierced through my calm, forcing me to drop the book and clutch my chest. The term myocardial infarction means a heart attack, but at that moment, it felt like an abstract concept materializing into my reality.
Panic set in as I struggled to catch my breath, my heart pound...