Cancer Diary: When the Room Doesn't Respond

Emergencies don’t always come with flashing lights. Sometimes, they come with silence. My son—45, living with CHARGE Syndrome—was eating in a booth at Fosters Freeze when he began choking. He stopped talking and sat perfectly still, rigid. A super example of hyperactivity, he does not know to sit still; this was not normal. Then, his body turned rubbery. His skin changed color. His eyes locked and rolled back. He wasn’t breathing. We were the only customers. I asked twice— please call 911 . No one moved. And so, I stopped speaking. I stopped asking. I did what decades of caring for him trained me to do. I tried to save him. He was wedged into the booth. I couldn’t lift him out—I couldn’t fully lift him at all. I managed to pull him partway out, enough to get his head hanging down over the bench. I hit his back, again and again, and waited for breath to return. It took minutes. I’m not sure how many—time doesn’t tick normally when your child is blue. Eventually, his lungs be...