My husband, Dana, had a major heart attack when he was in a bucket truck, 100 feet up in the air, using a chainsaw to cut down tree limbs. He called me as he and his coworker, Jonathan, were on their way to Chatuge Regional Hospital in Hiawassee, Georgia. It was 9:38 a.m. on February 28, 2025.
I’m a nurse manager at Emory Heart & Vascular in Hiawassee, where I see heart patients every single day. I jumped into action, running out the clinic’s back door where I bumped into my colleague Greg Robertson, MD, an interventional cardiologist at Emory Healthcare who sees patients once a month in our Hiawassee clinic. I filled Dr. Robertson in quickly before jumping into my car and speeding away to the local emergency department.
Dana was walking into the hospital and sweating profusely when I saw him. Everyone in the emergency department moved quickly to help, but it felt like an eternity as I followed Dana and the care team back to the treatment area. Jonathan practically had to restrain me from jumping in to start Dana’s intravenous line myself.