My Dad suffered a bleeding brain aneurysm on the May 14th, 2002 while driving his Semi truck/trailer in Duluth, MN. The pain reportedly dropped him to his knees and he subsequently lost hearing in both ears. He refused to go to an emergency room; but continued on to Minneapolis to deliver his second load. His fellow drivers begged him to seek medical attention, to let them take his truck home or to let them drive him. He refused all help and continued to drive the 200 miles home. He arrived safely...upon a visit to the local emergency room he told the attending physician he thought he had snapped his neck. He was tentatively diagnosed with a bulged disk in his neck.
Three days later he returned to the Doctor with complaints of severe leg and back pain. He was scheduled for an MRI; but the earliest date would be two weeks later. Five days following his initial bleed he was taken to the nearest Major Medical center where he still insisted he had hurt his neck. Due to a very perceptive physician he was ordered to have a C.A.T. scan of his head where the bleed was discovered.
He endured MANY tests and procedures for the next 5 hours. He was stabilized for the night and scheduled for invasive surgery the following morning. We were told that the surgery went well; but he had suffered a mild stroke and and a seizure during recovery. He didn't regain consciousness for 12 days and even then he had lost his ability to communicate or function in any normal capacity. He was scheduled for another surgery to implant a feeding tube.
He was transferred to a nursing home on June 14. He returned to the medical center on August 15th and a VP shunt was implanted to remove cerebral spinal fluid that was not normally absorbing into his system. My family and I had made arrangements to bring him to our home to care for him on September 20th. We felt he would have more mental stimulation than he received in the nursing facility.
On September 20th he was transferred to the Medical Center for yet another evaluation before he would be released to us. He was diagnosed with pneumonia. He passed away one week later on September 27th, 2002. He was 69 years old.
So please...anyone reading our story...seek EARLY medical attention and please tell your doctor everything! Had my dad told the first doctor how seriously ill he was, had he told his family how seriously ill he was...the outcome of this story might have been entirely different. He will never know how much his family and friends miss him
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