There I was in the airport at Baltimore-Washington and I didn't feel quite right. It's not my habit to hang out at airports, but there I was. I started to sweat and my right leg felt funny. But I didn't panic. I'd never been in a hospital for even one night and had only one operation--that was arthroscopic and on my knee. So I had no reference point, no prior experience to draw on. I remember calling my wife on my cell phone and she said to eat something, maybe my stomach was empty, that's why I was sweating. You don't have to tell me twice to eat so I ordered a slice of pizza. When I didn't eat it, I knew something was wrong." Continued, click here.