WE had just finished playing squash, my first game in five years after I had a hip replacement.

I complained of a pain across my chest and then collapsed down the wall.

My son worked on me for 15 minutes doing CPR, phoned 999, told them what was happening, asked them to phone the reception and asked them to bring the defibrillator.

He then used the defibrillator, and apparently, my heart stopped four or five times.

He sat up-front with the driver of the ambulance, and the ones in the back had to bring me back to life another two times as they took me to the Liverpool Heart and Chest Hospital.

I had the heart attack on August 16 and came home on September 3.

My son, Greg Herriott, is 35, and is exactly half my age at 70.

He was born on the same day as me, although he was seven weeks premature.

He has just spent six weeks in the Priory Hospital in Altrincham suffering from PTSD, (from previously being in the Metropolitan Police), anxiety and recently diagnosed ADHD.

He is still off work until the end of September.

He came to visit me every day in hospital, spoke to the consultants and passed on updates and reports to all of my friends and relatives.

When I thanked him for everything that he had done for me, he sent the following text: “You know you are the reason I am in this world, and now I can say I am the reason you are still in this world.”

PAUL HERRIOT

Warrington