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On September 28th, me and my wife were eating dinner and watching a movie when all of a sudden I stood up and felt a pain in my back, trying to catch a breath, the only thing I knew to do was put my arms up. I told my wife to call the ambulance while I was trying to figure out what was going on. Ambulance shows up, we get to the ER; after some scans and some medicine to calm me down, it was straight to surgery. 5 and a half hours later and 2 hours of waking up from the anesthesia, I was in the ICU and saw my wife. Terrified and happy at the same time, she began to tell me what happened. A type A arotic dissection, that if it tore 2 more cm I wouldn't be typing this message, also my heart was stopped for 2.5 hours with a 50/50 shot of it being restarted. I can honestly say I look at life completely different than how I did before, I'm not a religious person but GOD and my angels pulled me thru surgery and I'm thankful and greatful to GOD everyday. I read your story and it touched me and I wanted to share my experience. The anxiety of what is next is still sitting on my mind.
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That sounds almost exactly like my experience except that I spent weeks in a coma afterwards. Where did you have your surgery done?
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Hey. Thanks for sharing your story. Ours are similar.
I am glad you came through. Unfortunate to go through it, but very happy that you did.
There is an adjustment. There is anxiety - sure. But I would say it is less so now than it would have been had I known before my surgery.
Certainly a new perspective on life, wouldn't you say?
But while I question the reason behind it all, and the reason I came through, someone here reminded me that it must have been that I have a purpose. I was kept around for a special reason - I just have to find out what it is. So I have decided to be an advocate.
Where I am, no one knows about this stuff. There is no support, no groups, no one to talk to, no information. I had never heard about dissection and had a vague sense of aneurysms. I was that guy in the hospital with a thing that people rarely see.
Now I reach out, and I try to connect with others. Tell my story, but also try to find other survivors who have that shared understanding of what it means.
Gee I am so glad you came through.