I had just turned 21 when I was told that my Dad had been feeling a little dizzy and breathless at work, and my Mum had pretty much played it down to me, telling me it was angina, and he probably needed some tablets. My Dad went to a routine check up at the hospital three weeks later, where he had a Transesophageal Echocardiography, and what he thought was going to be a swift outpatients in and out job, lead to a weeks stay on the critical care unit, and a further three on the recovery ward. The consultant had found my Dad had an artery that was 96% blocked, and would have been only a matter of time before he would have passed away. He needed an urgent coronary bypass surgery operation, which he had just five hours later, at 12am midnight. To be told that you may lose a parent, and I didn't get to see him before he went in, was ultimately distressing, but I cannot comprehend just how my Dad felt at that moment. Fourteen years later, my Dad is coming up to 70, and have always been truly grateful to the amazing heart surgeons that ultimately saved him.
Dr Westbury was obviously something of a marvel, and was masterful in his work. I think to do a profession such as that, you need to be of a certain character, and I know, that I certainly couldn't do it. Dr Westbury tells us of the many triumphs where his patients of all ages have gone on to live happy and fulfilling lives, but also the tragedies, where lives were lost way too soon. There was much jargon in here, and some of it went over my head, but it made for interesting reading.
I did have an issue with Dr Westbury though, as skilful as he may be, is that is his overall attitude towards the female species was baffling. He referred to a patient as "blonde and pretty", and another patient as "stunningly beautiful" and yet another female patient had apparently had her bum peeking out of the hospital gown because it wasn't done up properly. Dr Westbury just reeked of misogyny and he seemed to be rather egotistical in his manner, which didn't sit too kindly with me.
That said, the book was interesting, and it made me think about my Dad, and what a lucky break he had in life.