I'm reaching out for support after surviving an near catastrophic medical emergency.

At the end of April, 2026, I had visited the emergency room here after experiencing syptoms that didnt have a clear reason. After reporting that I had some feeling that I was experiencing issues with my pancreas, the attending physician recommended a CT scan for me. They scanned me right away and send me back to my room to wait for results. 

What occurred following that was a nightmare that I could have never imagined. 

The physician came to my room and told me that a med flight helicopter was arriving to evacuate me in 8 minutes. I had aortic anurysym and aortic dissection. I needed emergency surgury ASAP. I had an injury that is generally non survivable. Most victimes die nearly instantly. Every hour the chance of survival goes down precipitously, but somehow I was still alive. But now , moment counted.

I remember the medflight. I have some memories of the first hours in the hospital. I thought I was remebering everything, but later the next week , after surviving this surgery, I started to hear stories about the first few days at the hospital, and I realized there really was little that I actualy  remembered. 

There was extraordicary efforts to keep me alive. There was a moment that the staff had made a CODE call that I had now suffered a stroke. I dont remember anything but family there reported that I was just mentally absend from reality. I didnt know who I was, or the year, or who people were. 

Once I was stable enough, and once the Vascular Surgical team had met and studied my case enough to make a plan for my surgery, I started get visits from the surgeons. Nothing about my evluation was encouraging. The risks of surgery were grim. I could lose al the strenth in my legs, I could end up paralyzed, or I could just die. The only good news is that I didnt have to get a sternotomy. The surgery could be done by accessing my hesrt through my groins. 

They scheduled by surgery for thursday. A full week after medflight and a absolutes miracle I surived that long. On thursday afternoon, I woke up to the doctors calling my name. I was alive, at least to be admitted to the ICU. Whats next ? the long road to recovery, the changes to my life, the work to cover the cost of what was that heroic effort.