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,
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
Thank you, Brian, for this site!
The goal in Life's Journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a
well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out,
shouting "holy moly what a ride!"