So my Dad had a heart attack (maybe). He was playing ball hockey with my Brother Jan, Uncle David, Kenny, and Gord on Thursday night (17th) in Palmerston. Jan was on the bench at the time he didn't see him fall, but he did hear him Gasp loudly. My Dad then fell to the ground hitting his head , and cutting it in the process. Blood began pooling out. Jan had to do CPR on him. His heart wasn't beating. For at least 2 minutes. Thankfully Arenas in Ontario are equipped with defibrillators. Arena management called 911 and EMS arrived quickly.
He was treated at the Palmerston Hospital. They stitched up the cut on his head and decided on sending him to the Hamilton General Hospital via ambulance and not Air. Jan called around 10:22pm to alert us of what happened. He was going home to Cambridge and then to to Hamilton. Mom and I drove to his place and the 3 of us went to Hamilton. We got there around 2am? maybe. We got there and Monette (Dad's wife) and her boys: Matt & Dale were there in the Emergency/Urgent Care. We got to go in to see him. Something I'd never want anyone to have to see someone they care about look like. He was hooked up to a ventilator. My Dad was breathing via a machine. I feel like the nurse should have warned us before we went in. I've been pretty lucky to not of had too much tragedy in my life. I've never seen someone hooked up to a machine to breathe before and I hope to never again.( Collapse )