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It all began on the morning of January 24,
2002. This is my story from surgery number one until today, and onward. Read on...
Like I said, it all began on January 24, 2002. I
was at work and not feeling well since the middle of the night. I was nauseated, had diarrhea, and a fever. Not
too long after I had left work, I went to the Doctor's and got a shot for nausea & diarrhea. Then I went home and
slept for a couple of hours and picked up my van from the collision shop. I don't know how I made it there, being as
sick as I was. I then went to my Mother-in-Law's to see my children, Timmy (5), Mary (2), and Anna (was then 8 months).
I told her that I had to go to the hospital because I couldn't get the sickness to stop, even after going to the Doctor's
in the morning. By 4 PM, I was at the hospital. What I thought was going to be a routine IV re-hydration and something
for my nausea, turned my life into a living nightmare.
This website is my hopes for me to better deal with what I have been
through. Perhaps putting it in words on the World Wide Web for millions of people to see is a type of catharsis for
me. Whatever the case may be, I hope this finds you in good health. I am not putting this out there for a "pity
party" on my behalf. I am not putting this out there for any other reason than to share my experience with anyone
who is willing to listen. Please take the time to look at the rest of the pages, including my "Thank You"
page- thanking my friends & family for their support. Come back often for updates, if you would like. I have
a diary page available. Email me your questions... find it on the "Contact Me" page. Visit other
websites that I have on my link page. Thank you.
This is my personal account of what transpired during the months up until today, June 3, 2002--
"WARNING: WHAT YOU ARE ABOUT TO READ CONTAINS GRAPHIC DETAILS AND A PICTURE
OF THE AFTERMATH. YOUR PERUSAL IS OF YOUR OWN WILL."
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