The long night

Backing up a bit in this story. When I was six years old I developed a cough. A pretty nasty cough that my mother became concerned about. I went to doctor after doctor for it. They kept sending my mother home with antibiotics and telling her it would clear up. One night I could not sleep because my coughing was so bad. I remember being scared because I could not seem to catch my breath between coughs. I walked into my mothers room and she woke up asking me what was wrong.  I could not answer her through the coughing.  She took me into the livingroom and tried to calm me down.  I remember she was in her nightgown and phoning the doctor looking down at me on the sofa. I remember her yelling into the phone before glancing at me. The look she gave me was frightening.  She dropped the phone and grabbed me. She rushed out the door and threw me in the car. Luckily we lived quite near a local hospital.  She pulled up into the ambulance lane. A man came to her car to yell at her because she was not supposed to be there, but stopped as he looked at me in the back seat. The man pulled me from my mother's car and rushed me into the hospital.  They tell me my face had started to turn blue. I spent the next 2 and a half months in the hospital.  I had pneumonia and asthma.  One of my lungs had collapsed and I had been dying. My mother and the paramedic saved my life that night. I wish I knew who he was so I could say thank you. So if you see a paramedic.... say thank you for those of us who couldn't.
I apologize for any grammar or spelling mistakes on this post. I am writing it on my phone on a train. Please forgive them if they are there.