I found this site while searching for info from others who have survived a ruptured abdominal aneurysm, but I haven't found very many others. Am very happy to have found you guys.
Three weeks ago, my husband and me were on vacation in Punta Cana, para-sailing, swimming, etc. But for the last 2 weeks we have been in Hell.
On Feb. 3, Bill was barbecuing on the patio, when he said he felt nauseous, and had to throw up. This was as 6PM. He went upstairs to lie down, while I finished preparing supper. Soon I heard him calling for me, and found him on the floor, vomiting. I helped him to the bathroom, and he was so sure he had food poisoning or something. He told me that everything hurts - his stomach, his back, his hip, his groin.
Since he seemed in great pain, I thought maybe he was having a kidney stone or something, and asked if I should drive him to emergency. He thought maybe a disk in his spine had popped, he said. But then he said he could not walk downstairs or to the car, and I got so scared, and I picked up the phone to call 9-1-1, although he objected.
But suddenly, he said "Something Bad just Happened!" and I dialed, and he fell on the bed. His eyes rolled back, and he seemed to lose consciousness, and I screamed to the 9-1-1 man - "please get here, please get here" over and over until the 9-1-1 man brought me to my senses and I realized the criticalness of following his instructions. He told me to lay Bill down, flat, and to feel for breath, and he asked me all the symptoms.
In only about 3 minutes, I saw the paramedics lights outside the window, and I bolted down the stairs to let these angels in. These wonderful men asked me all the right questions, and I think they figured out what was happening very quickly. From what I know now, they called ahead to the nearby hospital, and thank God a wonderful thoracic surgeon just happened to be there that night. The paramedics made the call, and the surgery team was ready. By the time the ambulance got there, the surgeon was ready and waiting. By the time I closed up the house, and drove in a daze to the hospital, I was told that Bill was already in emergency surgery.
Of course, it was a terrifying night of Hell - the news just seemed to get worse, and worse, and worse throughout this thing...
It has been a long 2 weeks, and I need to get some sleep now, but will continue more when I get the chance.
I just wanted to make a brief intro with my story, and to acknowledge this real miracle here, where the system actually worked! From what limited tales I read about this beast, I am seeing more and more what a miracle Bill and I have been granted. From the 911 fellow, to the knowledgeable paramedics, to the wonderful experienced surgeon, and the critical care crew - we owe them all so much gratitude. That, along with being just where we were - rather than on vacation, driving, or just about anywhere else! I am still in a dazed and confused state at the moment.
Thanks for being here,
P.S. It amazes me how ignorant I have been all these years in not knowing about this disease. There certainly is not a lot of public awareness about it!