As the train left 125th St., I had collapsed on the floor, started foaming at the mouth and turned blue. A few seats away, Dr. Sonia Tolani, a cardiology fellow, quickly realized I had gone into sudden cardiac arrest.
All these lovely children have one thing in common: They were or are in desperate need of delicate and risky open-heart surgery to correct life-threatening heart defects -- specialized treatment that is either scarce or nonexistent where they live.
Off he drove to the local library, one of his favorite haunts, to drop off and pick up some books. Then he went home, swam laps in his pool -- and died. That's the way to go: alive mentally and physically until the last instant, still thinking about the future.
If it were truly clear exactly what criteria for statin use were best, there would be no controversy in the first place. There appear to be strengths and weaknesses to both sets of criteria, the old and the new.
Actor Jack Nicholson realistically acted the post-heart attack depression that 50 percent of survivors experience following a heart attack. His character experiences an unusual (for him) emotional moment in Nancy Meyer's 2003 comedy "Something's Gotta Give" with Diane Keaton.
This week Elvis Costello pretends to be American, N.E.R.D. plays with the beat, Neil Diamond picks apart other people's songs, and Black Dub is quite possibly the coolest band you've never heard. Until now.
A recent editorial proposes that fast food restaurants consider giving out a cholesterol-lowering statin drug with each meal, just as they give away little packets of ketchup. Surely, this must be a joke, right?
An arbitrary rule put into effect by the federal Center for Medicare threatens the progress we have made on heart health by slashing reimbursement for cardiology office visits and imaging by as much as 35%.