During the fall of 1995, I had just turned 40 and was at the top of my legal
profession. But I suddenly found myself getting totally exhausted each weekend.
I was of no use to my wife, Ellie, or my kids.
One morning while using the treadmill, I saw stars. I drove myself to the
emergency room; the doctors there thought I was having a heart attack. But tests showed
no heart problems, so I went back to work -- I had to because I own my
business. My internist sent me to a cardiologist and other...