I don’t know if I was already unconscious before I hit the pavement or not, but I was out cold. When they found me, blood was pouring out of my brain.
It was a Friday – April 14, to be exact, and I’d left the operating room earlier than expected. It was a beautiful day, perfect for a run, walk or bike ride. For days like this, I kept my bike in my trunk. I quickly called my youngest daughter and told her I was going for a 25-mile ride, and then I’d be home for us to hang out. I was excited for the weekend. It was a sunny, warm day in spring.
