I had been getting headaches for two weeks every time I worked out. And one morning I was at the gym sat up and I had the worst pain. I was leaving the gym when the owner stopped me because I didn't look right. He called my friend to get me and despite my hesitation took me to the hospital. After the scan I had a sever bleed in my brain they we're unable to diagnose due to the amount of blood and swelling but all they knew was that it clotted off. After a stay at the hospital I was sent home with a follow up angiogram in November. Then it was 100 percent an aneurysm that was growing back at the base of my brain and would rupture again. They had to place two stents in my head. I just reached a year since this happened when I was 33. I am extremely grateful to be one of the lucky ones, able to tell my story. After this happened we found out they run on my mother's side and all three women died from it. I am very blessed!
My mother passed away from a Brain aneurysm in 1984 at the age of 61. It Came out of nowhere, but later on we found out that she was having headaches and she said that she felt that she had a band around her head. Fast forward to 2018, my son who is 20 years old is being worked up for a connective tissue disease, because he is double jointed, and my mother was double jointed, and now apparently research is saying The connective tissue diseases run in families, that they are not random. So my son was worked up genetically for connective tissue disease at Yale Haven Hospital in New Haven Connecticut, and it did turn out that both my son and I have a gene variant on MYH 11 that causes aneurysms in the brain and in the aorta. So now we have to be followed with echocardiograms and MRIs and the rest of our lives. We had lost track of my mother’s family, and I recently have connected with two cousins, and both of them head relatives that died I’m aneurysms. The people that died woman with her first cousins. So now what I thought was random has now become pretty scary.
My son, Christopher died of a brain aneurysm on May 4, 2016 at the age of 36. He leaves behind 5 beautiful children along with many family members and friends. He was also an organ donor and saved 5 lives. My son had no warning at all until the day he died when he told his cousin that he felt very hot and that his head started hurting him so bad so he took a shower and that’s when it burst and he fell to the fall while in the shower. By the time he was medevaced to the hospital, it was to late. He not only had one, but there was two aneurysms. I still can’t believe my son is gone and I will mourn him until the day I take my last breath.
My 21 year old daughter, Margaret Helen Lowe, died of a RCA Aneurysm September 1, 2015 while running at the University of Virginia. We have a race called Miles for Margaret that raises money for her personal philanthropies on the UVA Campus. I did not know about the Lisa Foundation until Fox and Friends. Her survivors have been devastated by her death. Margaret donated 9 organs all her vital organs as well as bone, skin, and corneas. She complained of headaches and a CAT scan showed no abnormalities. She took Maxalt as her headaches were diagnosed as migraines. My sons are refusing the MRA test at this point. My husband and I are both physicians and we did not ignore her symptoms. We are happy to help in any way to prevent the heartache we have experienced.
I suffered a ruptured aneurysm 3/28/17. I am a Nurse and survivor. Enclosed is my you tube story . https://youtube/nJS8FV1l234
In 1976, when I was 16 years old, my mother (age 42) suffered a fatal brain aneurysm. It was a traumatic time for our family. I am the youngest of 3 children. My Mother was divorced,with my brother and I still living at home. At the time, my brother had just graduated from high school and embarked on an adventure exploring the US with a friend. Having him away was difficult, but what we were to go through as a family was even tougher. The last we had heard from my brother was that he was in Colorado; Estes Park to be specific. And then the floods came. Every night, my mother would watch the coverage of the devastation in Estes, still having not heard from my brother. Was he still there? Was he safe? Why doesn't he call? We were worried, and had so many questions. That's when it happened. With a rummage sale planned for the upcoming weekend, Mom had family friends over to help with preparations. At one point, she had mentioned that she had such a terrible headache. She sat down to take a small break. At that moment, she passed out. She was rushed to our local hospital and eventually transferred to the Mayo Clinic in Rochester. At 16, I was frightened and left feeling helpless. For the next 7 days, she remained in a coma. We would visit, talk with her and hold her hand. Day after day, no response. Meanwhile, still no word from my brother. Stressed, and not knowing what was happening with our brother, we still had to deal with the deteriorating situation with my Mom. My father was in the Merchant Marines, so, we all felt pretty helpless. Three teenagers, basically alone, were left to deal with her medical decisions. The doctors had put upon us one of the most difficult decisions we ever had to make. They could do surgery, removing a portion of her brain, most definately rendering her in a vegitative state. We knew that's not what our mother wanted. That wasn't life, and we were 100% certain that she wouldn't want to live like that. As painfull as it was, we made the decision not to do the surgery. We sat. We waited. Uncertainty is so many ways. On the 9th day, we receive a call from the Red Cross. They had found our brother! Alive and well! Thank God!! They had relayed to him what was happening back home and advised that he return ASAP. He and his friend had left Colorado and headed to the hospital. We still visited Mom in shifts, talked to her, joked with her, sang with her everyday. Waiting...for any type of response. Nothing. The prognosis was not good. We knew it, we felt it. It was Fall; early September. At 16, I should have been back to school. Instead, our days were filled with worry, spending all day at the hospital, taking turns with other relatives to visit with Mom when we could. On this particular, bright and sunny day, we were once again sitting in the hospital waiting room to take our turn, when I look up and see my brother! Walking quickly towards us, but looking tired, stressed and thin. After all, he had just been through quite the ordeal too. But on top of all that, he learns about his Mother, barely clinging to life and trying his best to make it home. But, he's safe, and he's home! After briefly filling him in on what has happened and bringing him up to date on her status, of course, he is anxious to see his mother. We all went into the room. To this point, we have tried everything to get some kind of response from our Mother; but nothing. My brother, also feeling defeated and so worried, finally gets to Mom's bedside. He gently puts her hand in his. As tears rolled down his face, he caresses her hand and tells her " Mom, it's me, Randy. I'm here, I'm home. It's gonna be OK". At that moment, he felt a very faint movement! Our Mother, who we've had no response from at all the last 8 days, very lightly squeezed his hand! We couldn't believe it! Could that mean that she is coming back to us?! Our hopes didn't last long...shortly after, our Mother was called home. Her struggle was over. It took such a long time for our lives to get back to somewhat normal. None of us expected to lose her at such a young age. And we were just kids ourselves. Nevertheless, our Mother raised 3 strong kids. We struggled, but we all survived and all moved on tohave healthy happy lives. Fast forward to 2004. Allof us 3 kids are grown and married. Since we lost our Mother and became adults, we have all been faithful about annual check ups. My brother and I both inherited my Mom's high blood pressure, so my doctor was mindful of that, as well as the family medical history with my mother. I had started getting alot headaches, and some leg pain. I mentioned that to my doctor at my next visit. Because of the family, medical history, my doctor suggested having an MRA. Approximately a week later,I received the call from my doctor telling me that I had a brain aneurysm! The next week, I went in for consultation with my doctor, who had arranged for immediate admission to a hospital in Mankato, MN. for major surgery, shaving of the head, along with 8-12 weeks of recovery. I was scared. Was I headed for the same fate as my mother? That night, I went home to make arrangements for surgery in Mankato,calling friends and family to inform them. My sister-in-law, who works at Mayo clinic in Rochester, suggested a 2nd opinion. She intended to go to work the following day and talk to a few experts and doctors there. Within 24 hrs., I recieved a call from Dr. Brown, head of neurology at Mayo clinic. He explained to me that they were currently doing a study on the correlation of brain aneurysms among siblings, and wanted to take on my case. Within 1 day, I was at Mayo, talking with a team of doctors, going through tests and listening to their plan of attack for my aneurysm. To make a long story short, Mayo clinic did a coiling procedure on my aneurysm and everything went smoothly. And....I missed 2 days of work! I can't tell you how thankful I am for Dr. Brown, his team, Mayo and all the friends and family that were involved in my diagnosis and helped with treatment plan. I feel so very blessed and fortunate for them, and also for the advancements in medical technology (and even the difference in procedures between hospitals!). My Mother was only 42 when she passed of a brain aneurysm. Another fact that I left out of this long story is that my father also died of a brain aneurysm at age 61! I feel like I've been given a second chance at life. Over the years, I have told this story several times to people that seem to have symptoms, or even just in normal conversations. Since that time, both my siblings have also had testing done to detect aneurysms and have, thankfully been free.
My mother was a very active, healthy 78 year old. She rarely had a headache and never complained of any aches or pains. The only medication was an occasional aspirin. She layed down to take a nap, because she said she had a headache. She never woke up. My concern, is this hereditary.
I lost my beloved father at age 48 from an aneurysm in the circle of willis. Hereditary and deadly. I know firsthand how devastating and underreported it is. I am a nurse and have cared for many patients who were successfully treated for their aneurysm . I underwent an MRA, and my younger sister survived exactly what our father succumbed to. God bless all who are impacted by the devastation of cerebral aneurysms.
On August 16, 2001 my daughter Michelle Marie Lileks, who was 10 and a half years old, died of a brain aneurysm on my couch in her sleep at 9:40 am. 17 years later, I still go through shock of her death.
In April 2010, I woke and drove to work as usual. Had been experiencing neck and shoulder pain as well as Terrible headaches usually early in the a.m. for many months.I also had dull jaw aching on the right side. From time to time above my left ankle I experienced a numb sensation that puzzled me. Never having migraines I attributed it to migraine and even cut my long hair and purchased new pillows thinking this would resolve. Also had periods when standing outside in very warm temps of legs being very weak. My hearing became unbearable during these episodes and a type of roaring sound would drown out t.v. or conversation. I began joking at work pretending to make sign language to my co workers as they were aware my headaches interfered with my hearing. I was in the outer hall talking to a co worker when all of a sudden there was one sharp pain and then as I was trying to speak I was unable to with the feeling all of my air was gone to put out words. I slid down the wall to sit at my co workers encouragement and felt a very warm sensation flow down from my head over my shoulders. Then the lighting began to flicker, but never lost consciousness. Paramedics were called and determined I was fine advising me to see a Dr. later in the day. My sister insisted they take me to the hospital which would be the only reason I am able to write this today. It was determined I had a right posterior communicating artery aneurysm. I spent the next 2 days being transferred to hospitals that kept me stable until I was transferred to a hospital equipped to perform the coil embolization. That evening I was made aware of how serious this was before going into surgery. Up to that point I have bits & pieces of memory on previous days in hospitals. The surgery was performed and I spent the next 15 days in the Ronald Regan ICU. Realizing how fortunate I was to have survived this surgery not to mention the hours after the hemoragic stroke before surgery could be performed. I am one of the few mostly intact survivors of this very deadly condition. No one walks away totally free of any major brain trauma. My after affects are minimal and for the most part I am able to hide these issues from anyone that sees me. I am Truly one of the Very Blessed . I can walk, talk, and think clearly. Headaches "ARE" a symptom to be taken very seriously especially if you have never been prone to having them. The accompanying neck and shoulder pain as well as jaw aching is a definite flag to seek medical attention. These past 8 years have been a gift and I am one of the lucky survivors of this very deadly condition.
I would like to show my appreciation for what this foundation is for. I am from Canada and I hope the work done here will make it to my country. I have a personal interest in this as about ten years ago my best friend died of an aneurysm. I still have not really gotten over the shock of it. I saw him a few days before and he was his normal self. Three days later I heard he died. I was so sad that my friend was gone. I hope the efforts put forth here will save someone else’s best friend or loved ones then. I thank Lisa foundation.
I have 9 brain aneurysms, first one bust ,had to have a vp brain shunt put in, i will be going back to hospital in a few days to have a stent placed in the first aneurysm they ahve all been coiled, except 1 if not for my Lord I would not be here.
My name is Maggie my son Robert(Bobby) are suffer from Brain aneurysm is happened on the July 14 2018 that when I took him to the ER they make us wait for almost 5 hours and it progressively to worsened by the hour until at 11 pm he was lost consciousness then there was one doctor that keep slapping him and when they try to scoot him to bed from the wheelchair they hit his head to the wall twice and keep slapped him around try to wake him up even though the urine an blood test was negative they think he was using drug but my son was Autism and mentally delay he don't use drug because he hardly leave the house if he leave the house usually he always with family, I told that to the doctor but she won't listened then there is another doctor pass by then shouting he is seizing then they give him meds and he told them to take him to scanned that save him because as soon as he see they induced the coma and put the breathing tube on him and airlifted him to different hospital that save his life with 5 surgery and 2 procedure on the august 03 2018 the intervention hospital send him back to the original hospital then they proceed to mistreating him first they forgot to feed him through the G-tube continuous feed for 2 days and also they don't have the osmolite to feed him then when I advocate for him they finally doing investigate and apologize and also there were other incident until figure it out which nurse that we need to avoid then they move him to the different floor and we start all over again. I am so scared and upset because we don't have the insurance and we still apply to SSI because he's 19 yo no rehab close to our house will take him and the hospital after struggle to explain is not safe in the house we don't have anyone to watch over him they finally agree to get him stay but they way they treated him is poorly so on Thursday 09/20/2018 when I came in and see him like everyday we come to visit after work 6:30 pm we see him in the state of mess his face full of chocolate because he feeds him self with soft diet his left side on the body was partially paralyze but the feeling slowly back and his left hand is contracted therefore is hard to eat by his self so when we see him thoroughly dirty there was crumb every where I am upset no wonder he been call me and text me all day also I see him where the nurse leave him at the jerry chair alone and I try to call the nurse to ask where his helmet or why the boot fell out and then I explain to the nurse that he is mentally delay so his age is 19 but he act like 8 after the incident so he need to be watch before he almost undue the harness because he think he can walk so when we visit that night we are upset because what happen all day and see him in the state his in make me upset then when I question the tech I was a little bit rude to ask of the gown and clean sheets so I can change but the she was upset then she proceed to lie and told the nursing director that I called her "Bitch" when I am not called her that but I over heard her ask her other college that she scared to get fired so her friend say I will fix this then she call and lie to her director then the director come after I called him to report that but he come charging and told us that we trespassed the hospital and proceed to throw us out without asking about our side then when we were escorted by police who don't even ask our side he just stated he do what the hospital want not what was right my husband at the elevator having a grand Mal attack and having seizure because he is epileptic then I was fainted which I don't remember why so they want to throw us out but the other people told him no they have to treated us first then the nursing director was there and told all the staff at the ER to release us as soon as possible the banned us from visiting our son. In the morning I called the administrator than was aware all our struggle than asked if he can help us and also I want to move my son back to the original floor so after about 2 hours later they call me back then told me the lifted the trespass and I can come but there were a rules to follow only one call in the morning and one at night and we can not harassed the nurse or tech to asked for help if he was wet he have to do it himself and also supervised visit and only 1 at the time but if my daughter with us she can stay at the room with the brother so I just say okay because I want to visit my son and I have nothing to hide which is surprise them because the director seem to be wanting to actually arrest me because if I not complied to the demand and also I told her I want him to be treated fairly and we will not have to asked all the time and I won't them to comply with the order like he need to be turn every 2 hours to avoiding bed sore and also the boots every 2 hours because the foot drop that he have but they haven't do that at all then yesterday when I finally visit I see they put the boot and turn him I told her the nursing director all this could be avoided if they just treated him like a patient and person also they will have to do what best for him just because we are poor and no insurance except the medically needy we will pay what we can to get our son treatment also I told them from the beginning we will do everything to apply to the help out there that will be able to help and this morning I see the show on the fox and friend I decide to share his story. Please help us we don't know what we can do to help him also the agency and support system that will be able to help. thank you
I just heard about this foundation and am glad to see some light brought to Brain Aneurysms. Forty-two years ago, when I was 10, I lost my Mother (age 45) to this. She was simply laying in bed and was getting ready to get up for the day, and it ruptured. We, of course, didn't know what had occurred until later. Her body held on for a few days, but, once the Aneurysm burst, she was brain dead. About a month prior to her Aneurysm bursting, she fell in the bathtub and sustained a concussion. We always felt like this attributed to the Aneurysm bursting a few weeks later. We were told it was not genetic and she was born with it. I am not sure how true that is.
I was 18, had never had a problem with headaches, and was working a good summer job to pay for university the next year. I was lucky enough to get off work early that day, or I would have been driving on the highway when I had my aneurism. As it was I was home watching tv when the nuclear weapons testing started inside my head. The pain was indescribable. I immediately lost peripheral vision, and could only see grey out the sides of my eyes. I also immediately started vomiting, and was on bile within 5 minutes. The doctors later said has I lost consciousness or had a seizure I would have died alone on the floor. As this was happening I was able to call my mom. When I told her I couldn’t see properly anymore she told me she would call an ambulance. The next thing I remember I was In an ambulance, then I next remember being in hospital emergency room. They thought I was OD’ing on something and just wanted me to puke it out. I told them something was seriously wrong and then puked on the floor, telling them I would continue doing so until I saw a doctor. Next thing I remember I’m in a quiet dark room in a different hospital, it’s now night time, and my parents are in the room. The doctor is looking at my like I’m a science project, and my parents look really really scared. Apparently all the times I blacked out I was actually conscious and just don’t remember it. I was lucky though, Canada has great medicine for free, and my Dr studied under Charles Drake, who apparently invented the clipping process. They ran cat scans and did a cerebral angiogram to find the aneurism, which was a subarachnoid on the carotid artery. They did surgery the next day, and it took just under 14 hrs. I have one still clip in my brain, 4 steel stitches in my skull, and an ENORMOUS scar that took over 100 stitches to close. I was two weeks in hospital recovering and a year before I could swim under water and not feel the pressure pushing in on my skull. All that was 21 yrs ago and I’ve had problems with migraines and been unable to work steadily since.
The day before I was getting promoted, I was driving home from work. I was 39 and healthy. I had migraines for years, but, declined an MRA because I was too busy and it was just migraines - lots of people had them. I suddenly got a violent headache and a stiff neck. I kept driving. I got home and took an Imitrex. I immediately threw up. I sat up all night in pain, drove my 3 daughters to summer camp, drove myself to an ER. They could barely be bothered with me. They tried to send me home. I refused to go and they did a CT Scan (without contrast....because they didn’t want to waste their time and energy on the girl who couldn’t handle a headache). They found the subarachnoid hemorrhage, but couldn’t locate the aneurysm. They told me they’d be transporting me to Mass General. I kept telling them I had to get back to work....I was being promoted, don’t you understand? This entire time, I only had a headache and stiff neck. They’re telling me my brain is bleeding, but I’m actually fine. They located the aneurysm via angiogram and put a pipeline in. The last thing I said before I went to sleep for the surgery was “Please don’t shave my head”. My hair and work....priorities. My doctor said the good news for my hair was that there was no open surgery to treat my aneurysm. It’s a rare type in a terrible location. I turned 40 in the hospital. After 10 days in ICU, I went home. I went back to work a month later (with my promotion). Since then, I’ve turned my entire life around. It’s weird to say it’s the best thing that ever happened to me, but, it really is. I took control of my physical and mental health. I don’t take anything for granted. I know how close I came to losing everything - the ability to walk and talk and my life. You’d think if your brain is bleeding and you were dying you’d know. I had no idea. I drove myself to the ER. I only had a headache and stiff neck. I only threw up twice. The staff at the first ER had no idea I walked in there in critical condition. They were going to send me home to die. Headache, stiff neck, nausea/vomiting. It can be as simple as that. If you have migraines, have an MRA. Find out if there is a reason you’re having these headaches. I’ve had only 4 headaches in the 2yrs since my rupture. I didn’t have migraines, I had an aneurysm. I realized nobody could diagnose me with migraines if they didn’t look at my brain. One doctor tried, but I didn’t do it - i was busy, it was just migraines, I’ll try this remedy posted online. That decision almost killed me. I’m so grateful to everyone at MGH in Boston for saving me in more ways than one. I left there a better, stronger person.
Karen. George-Durieux from Staten Island, NY written on September 3, 2018 at 3:26. My name is Karen, I am a Brain-Aneurysm survivor. On February 9, 1990 God's blessing of healing showered my life. By God's grace, mercy, healing blessings and Dr. Steinberger's knowledgeable team of good doctors at Englewood Hospital in Englewood, NJ. I am living my second life! My Brain-Aneurysm journey, began with a painful-headache that last 1 week. At the end of that week. I went to take a shower and collapsed in the bath-tub. I tried to get myself up but fill back down. God, literally got me out of the tub. I crawled on the bathroom floor and leaned on the wall. As a saved woman of God. I remembered, asking God "Are you ready for me now." I immediately got the strength to hold the door knob and pull myself up. Wrapped a towel around me. Opened the front door of the 3 bedroom apartment on the fourth floor of a Brownstone home. Which at that time I was sharing with two other people. My entire left side was paralyzed, my head hanging on the left and I could not lift it up because of severe pain. Unable to speak was a problem to collaborate. I dragged through the front door, knocking on each apartment door, no one came out or so I thought. I got to the ground floor. A door opened, with four men telling me to come in! I looked at them with an "evil" eye, not being able to speak and dragged back up the four flights of steps. As I got back into the apartment, the house phone rang. I was glad, because I felt alone. Thank God, a cousin of mine, a nurse, called to thank me for the food I sent her. I could not respond, so she started to scream. I remember she told me she called the cops and the ambulance is coming for me. Taking me to Kings County Hospital. I remember the Medics came and they told me they will dress me. I shock my head meaning "NO." I dragged to my room, and pulled clothes on. I refused to get on the stretcher but when I got down on the ground floor they told me, I will have to get on the stretcher NOW. When I got in the Ambulance, every hole in the road the vehicle went in I felt My head was going to "EXPLODE." I remember, I did get to Kings County Hospital, a doctor asking me what is wrong. I pointed to the left side of my head. Two days, from Monday morning to Wednesday night no one in my family could find me at the hospital! I was discharged, Wednesday at 9:00pm. Dragged to New York Ave Brooklyn, NY and got on a bus to Carol St. Dragged 5 blocks across to my address and got up the four flights of steps. Laid on the bed when the telephone rang. The family I was working for in Tenafly, NJ kept in touch, with my family and were concerned about me. Since the hospital denied no one with that name is admitted there. They immediately sent a limo to pick me up. I remember arriving at their home. The next day, the family took care of their children. During the course of the day my boss kept calling the house but no answer. She decided to come home I was in a "coma." I was rushed to the Englewood Hospital. The cat scan showed nothing. The doctors, then injected me with the dye that lit up my entire system. Bam, the brain-aneurysm was already dripping in my brain. They had to do an emergency surgery which lasted 10 hours. I was in ICU for 3 weeks, my stay in hospital lasted 4 months. All I remembered, getting to the family's house on that Wednesday night and walking through this BEAUTIFUL garden of flowers. There was no end in site of colors of every imaginable shade, clean, the atmosphere was so bright, and peaceful! I kept jumping for joy going through such beauty! Then I heard a voice said to me "go back" 3 times. Life is a beautiful thing! As human beings we must cherish this gift with obedience!
My name isBeverly I am a brain aneurysm survivor by the grace of god and my doc Bekelis and his team from Good Samaritan hospital in West Islip I am alive and whole and leading a great life I had the pleasure of meeting Todd on 8/28/18 he came to our support group he is a kind soul that has a mission to do and he was put here for a reason to figure out why and keep people abreast of brain aneurysms and give knowledge to all there was not a dry eye in the house as he told us his story I’m grateful to have meet this amazing man who is carrying on his life with his sons even with a broken heart and making sure that there is more education and groups for people to be aware if there is anything that I can do to help as a survivor please let me know I’m retired and would love to help others in need sincerely yours a brain aneurysm survivor Beverly
On October 29, 2017 I had an aneurysm (SAH). Thank God and the team at Mount Sinai Hospital on Amsterdam and on Madison Avenues in Manhattan working with my Neuro Surgeon Dr. Mocco, I am here today to tell my story. I got an intense pain above my right eye and it was so bad that I called 911. All I remember is my daughter and the paramedics coming to my aid and then I must have passed out because I remember waking up in the hospital bed and seeing my daughter and ex husband. I recall bits and pieces of visits I had from a few dear friends and a young man explaining coiling and how it was the best method they would use to stop the bleed. Then I had the best dreams ever where I saw beautiful colors and recall asking God to take care of my little girl and seeing clouds forming hands holding my daughter. Whether it was a divine revelation that everything would be okay or my injury, I accepted it all. I stood in the hospital for nearly three weeks. The physical therapy department helped me get on my feet and walking around the ward and then on my own. It was not easy as I saw everything double and needed to wear an eye patch. I also had difficulty hearing out of my right ear and my appetite at first was not so good. I eventually ate pretty much everything that was given to me including all of the medication and it was a lot. I needed to take sodium pills because for some reason my brain kept causing my body to flush all my sodium. I was in so much pain and discomfort. The Nursing department at Mount Sinai was the best. These nurses kept me pain free as possible and content. Both daytime and especially the night time nurses. I never knew I could have an aneurysm. I had been caring for my mother at home with the help if my daughter who is the only biological granddaughter and a few if our close friends. We suffered from caregiver fatigue and pretty much exhausted ourselves managing my mom who had been diagnosed the previous year with Lewy Body Dementia and it quickly debilitated her. She lost her battle with her illness and now I am left to manage my 91 year old father with my daughter's help. Today I take the steps necessary to ensure this a aneurysm does not happen again. I am scheduled to have an Angiogram soon and hopefully nothing further is found. Dr. Mocco tells me that the recovery is between one and two years and my primary doctor, Dr. Gary Carpenter assures me that he will monitor me closely to make sure I do recover completely. Dr. Carpenter was able to see that I am anemic and have Vitamin D deficiency. He referred ne to a great Cardiologist Dr. Gina Day to make sure I am clear for my upcoming Angiogram. I am thankful for the medical attention I had and I continue to have right now. Lesson learned is to value yourself and if you face the challenge of caring for a loved one that no one else wants to take care of like I faced, ask for professional help so you do not exhaust yourself.
My mother's story is similar to the ones I have been reading. She presented with a horrible headache. My sister lives right next door and is a nurse so she called her. She took one look at her and called an ambulance. She was diagnosed with a brain aneurysm at our local hospital and then sent to a more specialized hospital. The initial procedure went very well and we were very hopeful. However, they warned us that the next 12-21 days would be crucial and very touch and go. Over the course of the next 12 days she would have 6 procedures to open up her veins to prevent further bleeding. What they don't tell you is that the treatment for preventing further brain aneurysms is to keep your blood pressure high. This is what ultimately killed her. On day 13, she died on the operating table. Her heart stopped and ours broke. This was in March 2018 and our lives have not been the same since. Very soon after that, there was a major league pitcher who had an aneurysm on the field and collapsed. He underwent the same treatment and is now alive, well, and will likely be playing again. That is the difference between a healthy, 30 year old heart, and an unhealthy 77 year old heart. My mother's just couldn't handle it anymore. My sisters, my father, and I are all so grateful to the amazing staff at the hospital who kept her alive for 13 days so that we could shower her with immense love and to thank her for being the wonderful mother, wife, grandmother that she was. We miss her every day.