The need to breathe.




It’s been so long since I last wrote on my blog. My mind and body have been tired. I’ve needed to rest and do some soul searching over the past couple of years. After my husband had a cardiac arrest, I dealt with insurance, credit card companies and PTSD. I needed some time to breathe.

I made some significant changes in my life. I got off social media, I began listening to people like Brene Brown and David Brooks. I wanted to delve in to more of my behaviors, reactions to situations, friendships and a long standing feeling of aiming for more. What more did I need? What was I missing? How come I wasn’t filled up in my heart?

I found that once I stopped posting on Instagram about my life, I felt like I was living more of my life. I wasn’t taking the photo for the feed, I was taking the photo because I wanted it for me. This is no dig on people who post and enjoy the social media aspect of things, I admire those who can make it work. I just didn’t feel good about it anymore. Cutting it out wasn’t easy. It’s like taking sugar out of your diet! Ugh. But, it was beneficial for my mind and soul.

My friendships. God, I love my girlfriends. I am so fortunate to have life long friends. One of my oldest friends is from when we were 7 years old and swimming together at the YMCA. We have been through some truly gnarly times. Divorce, kids, health scares, etc. We had a time where we didn’t speak, but got back together because we realized we both loved each other and had to grow up and make some changes. It felt so good to make amends and to admit our faults. We now get to watch our kids play, laugh, fight and hug it out.

My other best friend is from college. We met our Junior year and have been friends ever since. She now lives in New York with her 3 kids and we get to fly out and see them this week! We know the deepest, darkest things about each other and can laugh our asses off over just about anything. We cry/laugh on the phone, send text messages, make fun of each other and put each other in check when need be.

I’m one lucky woman to have a handful of friends like this. Women who know me and have supported me for the last 30 years of my life. I’m not interested in the bullshit of small talk with people anymore. I love engaging and getting to know another human, but if you’re putting on a show, posting all your posh clothes/cars/shoes, etc., I’m just not that in to you.

Brene Brown talks about vulnerability. How being vulnerable is a sign of strength, not weakness. I hope to show people my vulnerability (when appropriate) and to learn about theirs. We all have so many damn feelings, shame, grief, desires, yet we don’t share them. What’s the fear? Anytime someone has opened up to me about any of the feelings above, I’ve always felt more connected to them. It makes me want to share more with them. To let them have a glimpse in to my soul.

The last couple of years I have grieved a lot. The fear of my sons heart condition is always right under the surface of my skin. The fact that I had to perform CPR on my husband and medevac him home, not knowing if he would make it. Putting my first dog Lucy to sleep last year and questioning if there’s anything after this life? So many questions. So many thoughts. So many feelings. Today, I’m so grateful for those feelings. I don’t want to push them aside. They’re relevant. They’re what make me who I am.

I’m beyond grateful for my kids, Sirous and Zara. These two blow me away daily. They are strong willed for sure! They are both well traveled, voracious readers and inquisitive. They have a zest for life and it pulls me out of myself at times. They are so optimistic and excited about what’s to come. They’re not jaded by the experiences I’ve had. I look to them to remind me that life is filled with a lot of exciting things. I am reminded of how telling a silly joke can make someone laugh. How a gentle kiss on the cheek can make my kids feel loved and special. My son Sirous asks me about his heart while we are in bed. He wants to know what would happen if they didn’t replace his pulmonary valve? Would he die? I get to be honest, cry and hug him. He in turn hugs me and says, “Mom, I love you too much.” I asked him what that meant. He said, “I love you more than my threshold.”

Barcelona, Spain

I could go on forever, but I’m going to end with this, I love my life. I love my friends. I love my husband, Zara, Sirous, my parents and all the other people who have shown up and not judged our journey.




Mexico: Our lives are forever changed.

I haven’t wanted to write for a long time. I have experienced trauma in my life on multiple occasions, but the experience we had in Mexico was more than I could have ever expected.

Our trip started out in beautiful Playa del Carmen (45 minutes outside of Cancun). We were greeted by the staff at Banyan Tree Mayakoba with fresh drinks, cool towels and a golf cart ride to our villa for the week. We had so many exciting things to experience while we were in Mexico.

We explored several cenotes (natural sinkholes), went zip lining, took a tour of Rio Lagartos (which is literally in the middle of no where), had a mud bath, renewed our wedding vows after 10 years of marriage and climbed to the top of Ek’ Balam where you are breathless from the beauty.

Our Mexican adventure had been picture perfect. The people were kind, the weather was perfect and the kids said this was the best trip they had ever taken. We were so relaxed, laughing and eating fresh food every day. My husband Barry said, “I could do this every day.”

Mud bath in Rio Lagartos, Mexico.
Mayan ruins, Ek’ Balam.
The top of Ek’ Balam. A steep climb, but worth the view.
Beautiful Rio Lagartos. No ATM’s, no nada. Very peaceful.

Then life had its own ideas. On the morning of September 1st at 3:30 a.m. I heard Barry gasping for air in his sleep. I said, “Barry! Barry!” There was no response. My gut was all twisted and I knew something was terribly wrong. I immediately dialed zero for help and ran up the stairs of our villa to open the door for someone to help us. My kids were sleeping in the room next door and I was having an out-of-body experience.

I ran back to the bed where Barry was non responsive. I checked for a pulse and there was none. I tried to open his mouth and his jaw was locked down tight. His eyes were vacant. My heart was screaming. I immediately began CPR and started telling him, “You will not die on me! You will not!” As I was performing CPR two men from the hotel came down the stairs and tried to get Barry to respond. They had no such luck. They took over for me and began very aggressive CPR.

The hotel Dr. was called, the paramedics were called and they all took a very long time to arrive. While my husband was laying on the ground unresponsive, my 2 children came in to the room and asked, “What’s wrong with daddy?” I said, “Daddy is sick and needs help.” I proceeded to take them to their room with Ipads and headphones. For all the times I curse these devices, I was grateful at that moment.

While the men at the hotel were taking turns doing CPR on Barry, someone in the resort brought an AED Device (Defibrillator). The gentleman (Abdiel, our angel from heaven) applied the pads to Barry and the device indicated he needed a shock. After the shock, Abdiel continued CPR until the paramedics arrived.

Once paramedics arrived I was still in flight or fight mode. I immediately got all our passports, money and phone chargers. I knew I was in for a long day ahead.

The staff at Banyan Tree Mayakoba stayed with my kids while I drove in ambulance with Barry.

While driving to the hospital I started making calls to my husbands colleagues (Barry is an Anesthesiologist). I let them know what’s going on and asked them to guide me through this process.

It’s unbelievable anyone survives in a place like this. The facility in Playa del Carmen is woefully insufficient. When we arrived they immediately asked me for money. Just over $6k. My mind was racing and I gave them whatever they asked for. However, I was very aggressive in figuring out what was going on and how we were going to get Barry the hell out of there.

Let me be clear, there was one Physician at this hospital. One!! They did an EKG and it indicated Barry had a heart attack. My next question was, “Do you have a cath lab?” Which he replied, “No, we don’t have one here. He will need to go to another facility, but we must wait for the cardiologist to come see him.”

Barry was non-responsive and I was freaking the fuck out. I demanded a transport immediately. I knew Barry needed to be at a better facility. This place was where people were left to die. When the next ambulance came and drove us 45 minutes toward Cancun, I felt like I was in the twilight zone.

At this point one of my best friends was booking her airline ticket to come to Mexico. She needed to get my kids. My other best friend was working on a Medevac service to get Barry out of  Mexico. I was calling my mom, friends and Dr.’s back home, asking people to pray for Barry. I prayed, “Please God, don’t make me a widow. Don’t let these kids grow up without their Papa. They need him.”

When we got to the next hospital in Cancun, Mexico I had no idea wha to expect. It was slightly better than the last facility, but sub par compared to anything you would find in the US. Once I walked in the first thing they asked for was….drum roll….$30k!! Yes, you read that correctly. $30k for Barry to get in to the hospital. Having already talked with my mother, I asked her to call Amex and have them blow open my card for this medical emergency. Thank God they did.

He was intubated, given a CT scan, taken to the cath lab, had a chest tube placed since he had a pneumothorax (collapsed lung) due to the CPR and 3 broken ribs (also due to the CPR). He was still non-responsive and I had no idea if he had any brain damage or would ever wake up again. The Dr.’s at this facility were rude, unresponsive and arrogant. Horrible! Horrible! Horrible!

All the while, I was making plans to get my children out of the country. I had to have my neighbor back in the US go in to my house, get my kids birth certificates, email them to me. I then sent them to my friend, who forwarded documents to US Consulate in Mexico. I had to physically drive to US Consulate and notarize documents so my friend could leave the country with my children. The kindest American woman who worked at consulate said, “Whatever you do, get your husband out of these hospitals.” I told her I was on it and that was my number one priority.

With all hands on deck, my friend in New York secured a Medevac service to come get Barry.  At 1:30 a.m on September 2nd the transport team showed up to transport him back to the US. This was an additional $30k on credit cards and worth every single penny. The team who flew in from Guadalajara was professional, bright and helped me feel some bit of hope. This was most certainly not the way I wanted to experience my first private jet experience.

We took a flight from Cancun to Houston, where we dealt with customs and refueled the plane. From there we arrived in Orange County where we were immediately taken to Hoag Hospital.

Barry spent 8 days in the CTICU, he had a defibrillator placed (permanent device implanted under his muscle), underwent many tests and was determined to have suffered Sudden Cardiac Arrest (SCA).

The Medevac team from Guadalajara. Getting Barry on the plane.
Day 1 at Hoag Hospital. 

What has this experience taught me? Shit….so many things. I don’t even know where to begin.

  1. I am eternally grateful for knowing CPR and having been CPR certified. Having a child with #chd prompted me to learn CPR. I never thought I would be using it on my husband.
  2. Keep your head about you in moments of crisis. Barry has always told me that chaos creates chaos.
  3. Have all your documents in a place people can easily access for you in case of an emergency. That was key to getting my kids home!
  4. You can blow open your credit card limits in a medical emergency. Amex was very helpful and has been kind as we wait for any medical reimbursements.
  5. If you go to Mexico, expect to pay through the nose for anything and everything medical. They know they’ve got you by the balls and will charge you whatever the hell they want. Also, know they have inadequate facilities and poor communication. Even the staff from our hotel who guided me while dealing with medical staff were mortified by the way their system operates. We need not ever complain about medical care in the USA!
  6. I look at life very differently after this event. In my travel experiences I have never encountered such a horrific event. I may have had a cold on an international trip, but nothing like this. I will ALWAYS know where hospitals are located, find out how hospitals take payments, travelers insurance, etc. I also will not take my family to any country that doesn’t have a sufficient healthcare system.
  7. There are kind people everywhere. We were blessed by so many helping hands in Mexico and back home. I owe my husband’s life to Abdiel, who was sweating while performing CPR and didn’t give up on Barry! I owe Edgar, who sat with me for almost 24 hours and drove me to US Consulate. I owe my friends who tirelessly made calls, got on flights and showed up! I believe in the human spirit and kindness.


Last day in the hospital. The kids were so happy to see Daddy. 

I love my family from the bottom of my soul. I truly understand the meaning of “just for today.”  I’ve had so many emotions over the past couple of months. Grief (heavy grief), fear, sadness, joy, gratitude and I find myself asking, “Why?” I just can’t wrap my head around it. I’m tired. I’m emotionally spent. I sometimes feel I can’t take one more traumatic event in life. People say, “You’re so strong.” I say, “I’ve had no other choice.”

Home is where the heart is.