I entered hospital to have c-section birth of my twin boys. This was
not fun. The doctors kept dropping things in me like beepers and tools.
Now I fear beepers whenever I see or hear them. When the docs squished
my ovaries white milky pus gushed out. They told my fiancee it was nothing
to worry about and since neither one of us ever seen or had a c-section.
We thought nothing of it.
I began feeling sick with flu like symptoms, diarrhea, vomiting and
In the morning hours I was very sick. Vomiting, fever, unable to move
or eat well, and diarrhea. My fiancee force fed me chocolate pudding
then I went to use the bathroom and busted wide open. It poured white
milky pus. He called E.R. and they rushed me in. By time I got there,
I was already fading in and out of conciseness. The decision to transfer
me to a better suited hospital was made and I am still unsure if I was
driven or flown but I arrived at this hospital in a coma. The doctors
told my family that I would not survive the coma and if I did wake I
would be damaged. Well, they were right. I am damaged.
April 8th - April 12th
I was in coma. I had 9 IV's, 3 surgeries, 6 tubes sticking out and 2
blood transfusions before I woke from the coma.
April 12th - April 18th
I was fed a liquid diet threw a tube in my throat. I still had 8 IV's,many
c-scans and x-rays. I had 2 tubes in my throat: 1 for food and 1 for
liquefied solid bowel sand - a catheter for urination.
My fiancee consented to my first of 3 blood transfusions.
April 11th - April 18th
I was not conscious but later read reports of having 8 surgeries.
I got a tube jammed down my throat while I was awake and fighting it.
I found out I was allergic to the tube feedings .
April 25 - April 30th
I started recognizing my surroundings and my family members.
I was finally told I have necrotizing fasciitis and toxic shock syndrome
and it was explained in detail what had happened and what was going
to happen in future.
I left the hospital to begin home treatment and weekly wound vac changes
at the clinic.
My first appointment with plastic surgeons. They refused to do the tummy
tuck or skin graft because I was smoking and it would not heal correctly.
Sprained right wrist adding more pain to my already horrible pain.
My last appointment with my doctor before my insurance dropped me.
I was told I would be requiring bandages for the next 20 yrs or so until
surgery was possible by insurance company. The bandages would protect
the 3 by 2 inch hole in my tummy so I could live normally to a point
with many restrictions.
Today, July 13th
I remain in bandages with hopes of receiving surgery someday in future.
Other points of interest:
Permanent effect of the coma and NF:
Most of my doctors, nurses, therapist and other care providers were
nice to me, but a few were unprofessionally mean and insulting. My favorite
doctor was Dr. Rizzo who I renamed the head RAT. She was always followed
by a group of students whom I call her personal RAT PACK. She did not
seem to mind this title I gave her. I asked her one day if it was alright
for me to joke like that and she said it is good to know I still have
a sense of humor even after what I have been through. Dr. Marc was the
first one to fully aware me of my condition and explain it in terms
I could understand.
- I shake a lot
- I have many scars and a 3 by 2 inch hole
- Loss of feeling in 3 fingers on right hand
- Neurological damage in my neck
- Memory loss
- A great story to tell my kids and grand kids
Please note: The following linked images are
very graphic and may be upsetting.
Images of Kathy's