The doctors treated the infection with every known antibiotic but I kept getting sicker. This activated my ulcerative colitis and by late March of 2014, I was so sick that I could barely move. I just laid on the floor of the bathroom and cried every day. Then one evening I felt what seemed like a muscle cramp in my upper thigh. At 2:00 in the morning, I woke up in severe pain and pulled the covers back to find that my leg was so swollen it was pushing my other leg out to the side. My skin was a deep purple and I was in shock.
Nick, my husband, rushed me to the emergency room where they found a massive blood clot reaching from my toe to my belly button.
I knew this could be the end of my life and everyone in the room looked at me like I was already gone. Another nurse began to cry and the doctor started calling surgery teams frantically. We listened to ourselves be turned down at hospital after hospital, the consensus being, "She's too far gone, we can't help."
Finally, by the grace of God, a team at Oregon Health Science University agreed to try to save my life. On the ambulance ride over, I clung to the EMT, Sarah, and she told me over and over, "Just hold on."
*Ok, I'm crying now*
After 14 days, multiple surgeries, a feeding tube, and an amazing team of doctors, nurses, family and friends, I'm alive. I've survived. Every day I still can't believe it. I'm so grateful. Every day we keep fighting and the battle isn't nearly won.
Thank you to everyone who has lended support and a thank you in advance to those who will. I've been truly touched by the outpouring of love and support.
I am grateful for each day, I am grateful for the love & memories that sustain me. I grateful for you.
Lots of Love,