back in 2005, on a sunny august morning, kevin lobo was out for a walk with his dog in the yonge and st. clair area of toronto when he noticed his heart was beating faster than usual. as he continued his walk, lobo began to sweat more than he would expect, given his casual pace and the cooler morning temperature. he was concerned, but not enough to turn home.
a friend drove by, heading eastbound on st. clair avenue, and the two men waved to each other. moments later, lobo looked down and noticed that his foot had swollen, as he describes, “to the size of a grapefruit.” his dog noticed it too.
“my dog was looking at my foot and whining softly, as if he knew something was wrong.” lobo realized something serious was happening. he called his friend and told him, “i think i’m going to have a heart attack.” lobo recalls the sound of his friend hitting the brakes several blocks away as the car peeled back to lobo’s location. “thinking back, i should have called 9-1-1,” says lobo.
lobo was taken to sunnybrook hospital. after several hours, multiple tests and treatment, he was told it wasn’t a heart attack, but he would be admitted for further testing.
“in the back of my mind, i was thinking of my mom, who passed away from heart disease at age 45,” he says. in fact, lobo’s parents had told him that heart disease ran in the family, and as lobo recounts, it had claimed the lives of many close family members. “i was aware that this is the hand i’ve been dealt, but it wasn’t until that day in 2005 that i really woke up.”