Steve Miller lay in a hospital bed for one of the many days he spent there, drifting in and out of consciousness, enduring debilitating pain and distress, surrounded by family, friends and coworkers who shared the question that reverberated around his mind and pulsed through his veins: Am I going to die?
His boss, U.S. Rep. Brett Guthrie, was there to hold his hand. His wife, Donna, kept after the doctors and nurses as the pain and disorientation that followed what he thought would be a rather simple heart procedure slowly but assuredly overwhelmed him.