Just learned that Allan Thicke died from a ruptured aorta, same as what killed John Ritter in 2003. My husband, "B", suffered an aorta rupture while playing tennis at the inn at Chaffey's Locks when he was 29. Were it not for a farmer, who threw him into the back of his pickup and carted him to a Kingston hospital, he would most certainly have died.
I wasn't married to him at the time; he was married to the mother of his children who, by the way would not exist had he died. She was in Winnipeg visiting a "friend" and simply asked to be informed were he to die. Really? How sweet. Anyway, I think what saved him was when a priest was summoned to administer Last Rites. B, after losing most of his blood, told the priest to eff off. That anger and the realization he was about to die brought him around. To this day, he recalls being outside his body, looking down at the nurses and doctors working on him. Yes, there is a white light.
The only doctor who could save him was scheduled to operate on a 75-year-old woman, but chose to save B instead and had to allow the older woman to die. What a hero and to him I am eternally thankful. Forty-seven years later he is alive and well. We are grateful.
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