My Granddaughter Called Me at 3:17 A.M. From the Hospital By the Time I Reached the ER, the Truth About Our Family
I have been woken by a ringing phone at three in the morning more times than I can count. For forty years, a call at that hour meant one thing. Someone’s heart had stopped, or was about to, and I had roughly eleven minutes to scrub in before the outcome became irreversible. After enough years…