More Faces of Sepsis
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Jean Law - survivor
My name is Jean Law. I have been a registered nurse for almost 19 years. I worked in medical/surgical nursing my entire career and thought I'd seen it all. I never saw this coming.
One morning in February of 2010, I woke up not feeling well. I just felt like I had no energy. By noon I thought I should check my temperature. The thermometer read 104 degrees. I thought to myself, wow, I don't think it's ever been that high, I must have the flu.
Rosalyn Kaplus - survivor
It all started as a lovely dinner at a Thai restaurant on a Friday night, February 2008. I ordered my favorite, spicy, hot Volcano Shrimp. A thick, red lava sauce covered my delectable entrée. That evening was soon to erupt into a flow of trauma I will never forget.
Ken Latera - tribute
Submitted by Lisa Apicella
This story is about the loss of the love of my life - Ken Latera.
We met in 1991; it was a case of love at first sight. We shared something so speical that it can never be replaced. We were to be married in 1996. Unfortunately, we had some issues that arose that we, being young and foolish, let come between us. So, we went our separate ways...
Glenn Stoll - survivor
Glenn submitted his story as a day-by-day, hour-by-hour recounting of his fight with sepsis. He had undergone routine hernia surgery, after which began the chain of events that led to his life-threatening illness.
Day 1
8:00 a.m. - Routine outpatient hernia surgery
10:00 a.m. - Surgery complete
3:00 p.m. - In a lot of pain. Doctor decides to keep me overnight in hospital
8 to 10:00 p.m. - Very extreme abdominal pain. Morphine is increased. I can't sleep.
Meghan Crocker - tribute
by Rita Crocker, Meghan's motherI am writing to you because I lost my sweet Meghan to sepsis on February 23, 2010. I am living in hell with all of the “should have” or “could haves.” She was 13 years old, to be 14 on May 14th.
Pastor Jayne Thompson- survivor
Submitted by Janna WilsonPastor Jayne Thompson wrote her story of survival in September of 2008:
It seems odd to be writing this when a week ago, I was in an ICU fighting for my life. Some may call it luck or good fortune. Others may say blessed or specially chosen. I just like to think it's pure grace: a mystery, a gift. Who knows why one out of three people die from sepsis and the others live? "All night, all day. O Lordy, angels watchin' over me my Lord."