Personal Stories: Jennie Logsdon-Martin

Hi everyone! My name is Jennie. I'm a fishing addict who had a Type B or a DeBakey Class III descending aortic dissection December of 2004.

The doctors say no more fishing for salmon and steelhead, but guess what? I caught a steelhead last week. I just keep telling myself to breathe... and to do it with less gusto. Amen! We all have to decide how much we can take, and what is worth risking.

I've been through four major surgeries in as many months. I'm hopeful although I, too, feel like a walking time bomb sometimes. I think of life differently, now.

There is a difference after something like this that no one but us can understand. We have an appreciation for life that is only bought by this unfortunate experience. It is a gift, really, but one that comes at a very high price.

I am the owner of a large fishing website, ( and  thankfully, the folks there have kept a pretty accurate journal of what I went through when I was unable to write my own journal.

It begins with the announcement, here: (This is long, but it sure raised my spirits when I read it, in the hospital!)

and continues with a "locked" thread that shows my medical updates.

When I was finally able, I resumed my own online journal which I have been keeping for over five years, now.

The dissection part starts with December 27th, 2005 continuing to the present... I'm still healing!

This whole experience has brought me much closer to my creator. The miracles I have seen have opened my eyes to how closely He watches over my family and I.

I have Marfan Syndrome, as does my 17 year old son, Andrew. I was a spontaneous mutation. I have had many other medical problems, and I kept a journal also on the long involved story of trying to "fix" my eyes.

It is posted, here:

I never did get my eyes fixed totally, but right now I figure I can live with that. I'm just not in the mood for another surgery, especially with all the Coumadin issues I would have.

Besides, I feel like I gained some vision throughout my dissection experience, that cannot be "seen" with the eye.

I wish you all the comfort of knowing that others have gone through this experience, and that reading these stories will make you feel less alone in this world. I know that reading them myself has helped tremendously.

Thank you, Brian, for this site!



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