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My PTSD made me worried I would freeze in an emergency. Then my neighbour had a heart attack

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Last updated: 2025/07/09 at 4:44 AM
Press Room Published July 9, 2025
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This is a First Person column by Matthew Heneghan, who lives in Falkland, B.C. For more information about CBC’s First Person stories, please see the FAQ.

Sitting on my back patio, I can see a man every morning settle into his backyard chair, sipping tea beneath the elegance of a rising sun. Steam rises from his cup like an early morning stretch. His quietude shows contentment for the moment, and I can’t help but smile.

My neighbours, Rod and his lovely wife, Colleen, sit and enjoy their cuppa, woven in the other’s company. It’s a view most artists would fail to capture. But life — bless it — has granted me the quiet privilege of watching this real-life watercolour come to life daily.

Matthew Heneghan was born in the U.K. and immigrated to Canada when he was five. He served in the Canadian Armed Forces as a medic for six years. Upon his honourable release, he became a civilian paramedic and worked in that role until 2017. After nearly 15 years, he was diagnosed with PTSD and was forced to recalculate his career trajectory. Though he took a step back from front-line work, he began a journey in writing.

Heneghan’s drinking problem intensified while he worked as a paramedic. He was eventually diagnosed with PTSD in 2017. (Matthew Heneghan)

I always feared that if a moment like this came again, I’d freeze. Or fall apart. 

Back when I was working and self-medicating with alcohol, I was able to tolerate a thousand stressors at once. When navigating the initial days of sobriety, the world around me left me feeling fragile and unsure of my abilities.

But against all odds — and in defiance of the noise in my head — I dropped to my knees and assessed Rod quickly. After understanding the severity of Rod’s condition, I began compressions. Owen, another neighbour, joined me as we took turns doing CPR and Carissa, Owen’s wife, called 911 and held the phone so I could speak with dispatch.

We worked together — neighbours, friends. A public automatic external defibrillator. One shock. 

And then, the near impossible happened: ROSC — return of spontaneous circulation. Rod’s heart found its way back.

I don’t remember much after the paramedics arrived. 

My mind started slipping sideways — time bent and suddenly I was back in the cold of some night or on some city curb, knees full of gravel or fragments of broken windshield, hands on a stranger’s chest desperately trying to pump life back into it.

My partner, Sheena, did what she could to keep me grounded. She called my name softly, coaxing me to stay in the present. Guiding me to use the tools and supports gained over years of therapy. Just as Rod needed a pulse to live, I needed Sheena to survive it all.

Later, I stood in the yard and stared left, to where Rod usually sits. 

Empty chairs. Morning sun. My heart beat on, but it ached. I looked down at my hands and wondered if they’d done enough. Wondered if disappearing inward made me less useful to the others who were there. PTSD has a way of making you doubt yourself.

For a week, the space remained vacant. Mornings felt dimmer. The grass danced in the breeze, but it all felt less than before.

Then, on the ninth day, Sheena woke me gently.

“Rod’s home.”

I threw off the covers, ran downstairs and burst out the back door. Still squinting into the sun, I lifted a hand to shield my eyes and looked left.

And there — painted in all its glorious familiarity — sat Rod and Colleen, sipping their tea. Together.

“Morning, Rod.”

“Hey, Matthew.”

That simple return was one of the best sounds I’ve ever heard in my little life.

Three smiling people put their arms and stand behind a seated man, who is also smiling.
Heneghan, left, along with Owen Kendal and Carissa Carbonneau, helped to resuscitate Rod Hoople. (Submitted by Matthew Heneghan)

Rod — welcome home, my friend. This town, and all its painted days, are better with you in it.

Enjoy your tea.


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