08/10/2026
A couple weeks ago I ended up back in the ER because of my heart, and there’s a lesson in this that I apparently needed to learn myself.
It started around 11 PM while I was lying in bed doing absolutely nothing. I suddenly experienced pretty severe chest pain that lasted about 15–20 minutes. Once that stopped, I started getting a sharp, stabbing pain along my left arm that lasted another 15 minutes.
I’d put the chest pain at about an 8/10 and the arm pain at a 9/10. So we’re talking about 30–40 minutes of pretty significant pain.
And I didn’t go to the hospital.
Vic was sick, Charlie was asleep, and the last thing I wanted to do was wake everyone up, worry my wife or turn the night into another hospital visit.
So I convinced myself that because the pain had stopped, I was probably okay.
Over the next few days, I continued experiencing chest pain, but chalked it up to being muscular. Then I had another episode of chest pain, along with pain radiating through my entire left arm, into my neck and down into my hand, accompanied by numbness. It lasted about 45 minutes before going away.
Then it happened again.
That’s when I finally went to the ER.
I talk a lot about early detection, listening to your body and advocating for yourself. You’d think I’d know better.
But the truth is, I was scared. After everything I’ve been through, I didn’t want another doctor telling me something was wrong with my heart. And I think part of me would rather believe everything was fine than face the possibility that it wasn’t.
Once I got to the ER I waited roughly 50 minutes before being triaged. Given my cardiac history and symptoms, I was shocked…
But once I was assessed, the medical team was fast and fantastic.
Multiple ECGs, an ultrasound, bloodwork and X-rays were all reassuring, but I still had one concern… I hadn’t had a CT scan on my accessing aorta since leaving Edmonton over a year ago, and checking on that graft was something I’d wanted to do for a while.
Given the chest pain I’d experienced, I brought that concern up with the doctor and asked about getting a CT scan.
He agreed it was something that should be done.
Thankfully, the scan came back clear, and I walked put after 5 hours with a whole lot more reassurance than I had when I arrived.
There are two things I want people to take away from this.
First, don’t let fear stop you from getting checked.
Whether you’re scared of what they might find, don’t want to inconvenience your family or don’t want to spend hours in a busy ER, none of those things changes what’s happening inside your body.
Looking back, I should have gone that first night.
Second, advocate for yourself once you’re there.
That doesn’t mean diagnosing yourself or demanding tests. It means knowing your history, asking questions and speaking up when something still concerns you.
I spent four years trying to get answers before someone finally discovered the heart condition I was born with. You’d think I’d have learned these lessons by now.
Apparently, I needed a reminder.
As parents, we’re pretty good at putting everyone else first. But our families need us healthy and here, too.
Don’t ignore the warning signs because you don’t want to disrupt everyone else’s life.
Go get checked. Ask questions. Advocate for yourself.
Thankfully, this time I got the answer I was hoping for.