I've been trying to write my story since I found out about this web
site last August. Ridiculous as it might sound I still have a hard time
thinking & talking about it. My dissection happened in Feb. of 2002 & it
was Type B so I didn't have surgery.
About a week before it happened I had gone to the Dr. to start my
physical. For the first time since I was pregnant my blood pressure was
a little higher than normal for me. The dr. wasn't concerned but she
gave me some BP pills to offset any problems. My upper back started
hurting but I just thought it was another getting older ache.
Sunday night my back was hurting & I had a headache which wasn't
unusual. I took my pain pills & started to get into bed. At that moment
that I bent down it felt like my whole back exploded & I felt the most
excruciating pain that I've ever had, plus I had trouble breathing. My
daughter heard me & rushed into my room then she called 911.
I was praying to pass out because it hurt so bad but I wanted to make
sure I told EMS that I had factor 5 (that's another story) & to try &
keep my daughter calm.
By the time I got into the ambulance I went in & out of
consciousness. My daughter told me every time the EMS driver went over a
bump I screamed in pain. They arrived at one hospital & luckily the ER
Dr. knew what was happening to me. That hospital was not equipped to
take care of me so other hospitals & a helicopter were called.
I woke up Tuesday afternoon not knowing anything. My family tried to
explain what happened but there was so much morphine & demerol in my
body that I couldn't understand or focus on what was being said. Plus I
lost a kidney. The doctors told my family that it would heal on its own
but that the healing would be a long & painful process. So far that's
almost the only thing they've been right about.
Needless to say that was the beginning of a total change in my life.
I'm so very thankful that I survived it but I'm still having a very hard
time adjusting to everything. The excessive weight gain, the lack of
Obviously God isn't finished with me yet because this is the 3rd time
he's given me life. Once when I was born, I almost died when I had my
daughter & with the dissection. I just wish I could figure out what my
From reading other stories, I see I'm not the only one with
depression & frustration. But yet we are survivors & very grateful for
each day we wake up.
Also the more I find out about dissection it doesn't seem to be as
rare as the doctors make it out to be. More needs to be made known about
There I finally did it. Thanks for reading this.