I went through a life changing event and today I work as a dental assistant and live a normal life with my family. A few years ago I was at work and my arm was achey all day. I went home and relaxed the rest of the evening until bedtime. After I'd been asleep a few hours I woke feeling really ill. I went to the bathroom and felt as if I were going to faint. I called out to my daughter and luckily she heard me and called 911. I went to the hospital and found out I was having a heart attack. The on call doctor did surgery and placed a stint in my clogged artery. Luckily I recovered and am doing well. I had no symptoms up until that point. This should be a warning to women everywhere to pay attention to what you think may not be anything to worry about.

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The pain first started in 1999, I was sitting on the couch after a meal and my chest expanded accompanied with excruciating pain. The pain soon went away. I brushed it off and did not seek medical help. This same symptom did not occur until 6 months later. I found out from others who had similar kind of pain that it was a gallbladder attack. I then found out that fatty and rich foods can bring on a gallbladder attack. I went to the nearest health food store in town and tried the homeopathic remedy they had for treating gallbladder attacks. The remedy was to mix 1/2 teaspoon of lemon with 1 tablespoon of extra virgin olive oil twice a day. I did this for 3 days. The girl working at the health food store said to look for stones after a bowel movement. I have not had a gallbladder attack since that time, but I have changed my diet to include raw veggies and fruit.

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I was 12 years old and enjoying life out-doors. My friend and I were going to go down to the local church parking lot to go rollerblading, our favorite activity. i remember it was a cool brisk day and I was so excited about going and doing something other than house chores. Earlier in the week we had been working on some choreography with another friend and were going to present it to our friends and family when we had the routine down. My friend that I was out with at the time decided to go over the routine without the music just so we could get more familiar with our parts in it. I was working on a quick turn that was supposed to end up in a dramatic flare before i moved on to the next move. As I was making the turn I lost my balance and at that point I felt like I left my body and was watching it as I fell to the ground. I remember letting out a quick scream but lost my breath for a couple seconds after I hit the ground. I ended up breaking my wrist. My dad came down from our house and took me to the hospital and there they scared me to death by telling me that I was, first of all, going to have surgury but on top of that they told me they would be putting in two pins in my wrist to hold it all together. I remember looking at my dad and asking him if he could get me out of surgury because I was so scared I'd be awake for it all. For a twelve year old that's scary stuff. Once the surgury was over I woke up and remember looking at my green cast thinking "that's pretty cool I guess". When I was 10 years old I broke my arm and I needed to get an operation because I was badly injured. After the doctors finish the operation everything was good. After one day I was released and thought i would never go back to the hospital. A few days passed and I started feeling something weird inside my had. I told my mum and we went back to the hospital. The doctors discovered that they accidentally forgot a needle inside my hand. I was then operated again and my mum sued the hospital for negligence. We won the trial and the compensation.

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I have had tons of sore throats and strep throats and tonsillitis cases in my life, you I could not wait to have my tonseillectomy. I wanted my tonsils gone so I would never feel bad again. But, after the surgery, I was laying there wishing I never got it done. The actual surgery was fine, I wasn't too nervous. I did have to take a swallow of something very horrible tasting before. But they put me to sleep and I don't remember a thing. When I woke up at my house, I had people waiting on me hand and foot, so that was great. But I needed pain medication all the time. I could not eat, I couldn't do anything. It was horrible. I thought I would feel like that for maybe a couple of days. But it really was two weeks later when I finally began to feel better. The recovery was difficult, but overall I'm still glad I had it done.

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It was the first time I had ever been inside of an Emergency Room. At the time I didn't know what was wrong with me. My heart was beating fast and irregular. When I got there, they saw me immediately and proceeded to give me an EKG. The nurses then brought me over to a bed and hooked me up to a heart monitor. They gave me an IV with some fluid I had never heard of before. Soon the doctor came over and order some x-rays be taken of my chest. After the x-rays yielded no results, same with the fluids, the doctor determined that I had atrial fibrillation. It was about 3am when they brought me into another room and told my mother that they were going to use a defibrillator on me. She was asked to leave the room while I was put to sleep. I woke up with a burning feeling on my chest, and the doctors told me that I was successfully treated. They let me leave about 20 minutes later.

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April 16, 1997 at 9am I was in a very bad car accident. I was T-boned in the drivers door by a ford F250 pulling a back hoe going estimated 85 miles and hour. There was a baby in the back seat that did not get a scratch. Me, on the other hand, I was in a coma, on life support, with bad head injury, broken bones, crushed chin, broken jaw, and lots of broken bones in my back. This wreck was very bad, I had the wreck at 9 in the morning and I was so messed up that they finally identified me around 2pm and got in touch with my parents who had to identify me by a picture because I had already been flown to Erlanger, and was in surgery as Jane Doe. The doctors said that I would not live, and I did. I had the accident in Blairsville, GA and was flown to the hospital in Tennessee, Erlanger. While at Erlanger for over 3 months I woke up out of the coma, learned to walk again, and had several surgerys. So, after all of the medical trauma to my body the doctors told my parents that I would never have children, well, I have 3 kids.

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It all began with a little back pain. As the weeks continued, I told myself my back would feel better and I would heal, but it never happened. I went to my doctor and was given prescription strength anti-inflammatory drugs and told to wait to see if things got better; eight weeks passed and nothing happened. I was the referred to physical therapy, a neurologist, a neuro surgeon, and an orthopedics specialist. Nobody seemed to have any answers. Following a "long shot," my doctor tested me for the HLAB27 gene, and it came back positive. The doctor referred me to a rheumatotlogist, and MRIs and a CT confirmed I had Ankylosing Spondylitis, and auto immune disease that causes fusion of the spine and other joints. I began taking TNF-alpha blockers, and I am experiencing less pain, but am still worried about being immuno-compromised for the rest of my life. One thing is for sure though, had I not been persistent in finding relief from my pain, I would have gone undiagnosed and possibly become disabled due to the progression of AS (Ankylosing Spondylitis). I guess the squeaky wheel really does get the grease.

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This is a true story that happend in my house. It was many years back. My daughter was in her second standard. My wife and our two children were staying alone as I was employed far away from my home town. Once when I came home on a short leave, my daughter was sick and she was taking some syrup as per the advice of her physician. When I came home, it was my turn to give her medicine in correct time. I poured the syrup in a teaspoon and gave it to her. After consuming the medicine, I came to know that the medicine I gave to her was not the one prescribed for her but was a medicine kept for massaging the body kept for joint pain. As she had great burning sensation in her mouth, she started crying like anything. I was too much afraid and immediately rushed to the nearest hospital with her. I explained to the Doctor what had happened. They did something in her mouth and she vomited everything. When Doctor informed me that there is nothing wrong and then only I got a breath of relief.

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I'm a person who walked away from smoking forever about eight months ago and now I can't help but ask this question. I realize that everyone on the television, radio, and internet claims that nicotine is addictive, but is this really true or are they simply trying to get you to buy into the hype so they can get your money? I have to tell you, as a person who smoked for fifteen years and walked away without the aid of any gum, patches, pills, or anything else, I have to tell you that I honestly believe it's all hype!

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Really, if it were true and there are actually withdrawals and the like associated with quitting smoking, wouldn't I have experienced some of them? Were there times I wanted a cigarette? Of course, but my conclusion is that it was because I was used to sticking cancer sticks into my pie hole for fifteen years, not because I was addicted to anything. I was just used to smoking. I mean anything that you engage in for 15 years is bound to feel like ""normal"", right? The conclusion that I came to is that I wasn't actually addicted to anything and that it was all hype. So I decided not to buy into the hype any longer. Anytime I heard about being addicted or how hard quitting smoking was going to be, I simply said to myself, ""I don't believe that, it's going to bee easy to stop."" I did this while I was still smoking. When I was by myself smoking, I would look at the cigarette and say the same basic thing directly to the cigarette. And do you know what. Within a couple of months of doing that, I went in my pack to grab a smoke only to find out that it was my last one. I looked at that cigarette and said, ""this is it, I'm done."" I proceeded to smoke that cigarette and haven't touched one since that day. It was literally as simple as that. I've realized that quitting smoking is what you think about quitting and not about being addicted to nicotine. You're addicted to nicotine if you believe that you're addicted to nicotine. It's as simple as that, and if you buy into the hype, you'll believe that you're addicted to nicotine. I'm simply telling you that you're not really addicted to anything you just think you are. You can do exactly what I did and be free of cigarettes and nicotine forever. Unless of course you believe that you can't.""

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Once I suffered from chicken pox and was forced to take bed rest for 2 months. That was one the worst days of my life. I survived during those days just because of my mother and father. My mother gave me her love and affection to save me and my father took care of each and every medicine. I was vomiting very badly during that period, but none of my parents took me away from them and that gave me enough strength to fight with that disease. Till date I do have some spot in my hand and stomach due to that illness.

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In my 20th year i dropped out my two wheeler and i have a small scratch in my leg knee point.My father and mother get ready to go hospital with me. At that time my uncle was coming my house and he saw my leg. Suddenly he moved to my garden and bring some of the plant leafs and crush it apply my leg then he advice this is enough for it .It will be cure in two days. ya! i am all right in two days. That the plant was ( Tamil word ) urambu poodu ( i don't know that English word ) "

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Two months ago I experienced horrible pain in my right side and lower back. I thought I had pulled a muscle at work, but the pain got increasingly worse over a two week period. I could not get an immediate appointment with my doctor, so I went to the walk-in clinic one day after class. I ended up waiting four hours in the waiting room, and I spent another two hours waiting for the doctor in a curtain-enclosed space. The pain was absolutely unbearable, and the nurses seemed uncaring towards my pain. The doctor finally showed up, spent about two minutes talking to me, and then diagnosed me with a full blown kidney infection. The nurse gave me an antibiotic shot, and the doctor wrote me a prescription for pain medication and antibiotics. They also sent me for a scan to find out if I had any other problems with my kidneys and urinary tract. I was surprised to find out that my right kidney is twisted all the way around, but the urologist informed me that this wouldn't cause any serious problems. They told me to make sure I drink plenty of water, and my kidney infection was better after about two weeks.

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Once I was visiting some friends that lived in a second story apartment. I was in a bedroom in the back of the apartment and someone who disliked me came to the front door at the same time that I had an emergency and needed to leave. It was suggested that I, to avoid conflict, jump out of the window. I did, and in the process, I fractured my right ankle on my landing. Drivng an automatic transmission car, I had to drive myself to the emergency with my left foot, and then to the emergency room. I drove all the way with my left foot, saw the doctor, got my right ankle placed in a cast, and the continued to drive myself arount for the next 6 weeks with my left foot until my right ankle healed.

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Well, my story goes like this. I was around six to seven years old and I started to get sick. At first it seemed like an ordinary cold, but the over the counter medicine did not seemed to be working. Then my mother took me to the doctor to have me checked out. The doctors dismissed it as just having some kind of flu, and prescribed medicine. After taking the medicine for a couple of days there was no improvment. In fact I was geeting sicker by the day. Then my mother took me to several other doctors for another opinion. It turns out that I had a kidney infection, and the other doctors had missed that. They gave me the right medicine and I was better in a couple of weeks. That goes to show always get a second opinion. I was in grand rapid MI in winter when I sliped on snow and landed on my elbow. It didnt hurt much but the next it swelled up to the size of a grapefruit. I went to the emergency room and the doctor said I would be better of doing nothing. I thought it needed to be lanced or something. Well after a few weeks the swelling went down about 80%. Iwasn't happy because that is were it stayed for 2 years. I had a popeye elbow. It felt squish like fluid was inside. 2 whole years went by I thought it was perminant. The one day I was wrestlig with some kids and pushed my arm strenghth to its max. The next morning the popeye elbow was gone and I was very happy.

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When I was a freshman in high school, I played junior varsity softball. I wasn't the most talented player. I wasn't exactly paying attention, while playing right field, because our team was losing 20-0. It was pretty boring out there. Then, I was hit in the face with a softball. A line drive knocked me completely down, and I will never forget the sound of the softball hitting my skull. It took me a while, when on the ground to figure out what happened. Then, I realized my hands and glove were wet - they were covered in blood. I couldn't see out of my right eye, and tons of people from the stands ran out to help me. I was taken to the emergency room - where a doctor determined I had torn the retina in my eye, and broken my nose. Miraculously, I healed only 2 weeks later, with no surgery. The doctors said they had never seen anyone heal so fast. I have no scars. Before the accident, my vision was the same in both eyes (i wore contacts, same prescription both eyes). Now, my vision is better in the eye that was hurt than the one that went unharmed.

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My stepfather has been in my life since I was around 2 years old and now Im 37. He was in the military back then and worked at the naval hospital. As a child I hated needles and still do! The doctors and nurses all knew him and knew I was going to scream so he began giving me shots whenever I needed. If I was in the doctors he would be called in or even if he wasnt working he would be there to give me shots. Since I was about 2 he has given me every shot I ever had and has always drawn my blood when needed. He is retired from the military now but is still in the medical profession. I got cut last year and needed stitches so I went to the place he works and he gave me a tetanus shot and used the needle to numb me before my stiches. Im 37 now and I dont know who gonna do it when he is not around. Its kinda like I have had my own personal needle guy my whole life!

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I found out I have something known as cubital tunnel syndrome in 2001.I had never heard of this and I knew something was wrong based on the symptoms that were occuring at that time.This name refers to a series of symptoms that all stem from the ulna nerve,which apparently becomes trapped in the space between your elbow.I had nerve entrapment;in other words.It started as a subtle; yet gradual and continuous onset of symptoms.These varied for a while,starting with numbness and tingling in my pinky finger and then my ring finger.Over the course of about a week and a half,I had pain running from the elbow to the pinky;especially at night.My fingers started to curl up and resist opening.Dexterity was extremely compromised as well.In short ,I was told I needed a surgery to alleviate this.They would relocate the entrapped nerve.It was a 90% chance of full recovery,I was told.Well,it was not a fix.To this day I have irreparable damage and 20% loss of use in my hand.The numbness and pins and needles are constant and will never cease.I cannot fully extend my arm.On occasion,I still have aches in the elbow.I was told that this will always be so and that a second surgery may be necessary.Also the second surgery would only yield a 50% chance of full recovery. Cubital tunnel syndrome,by the way is caused from excessive leaning on the elbows.Also this is a rare condition.My doctor had not seen many others with this condition.

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I was 23 years old when it happened. My botfriend and I had only been together a couple of months when I found out I was pregnant. He was in the process of a devorce and so was I. It was January 2003 and it was atill pretty cold in Wyoming. My boyfriend worked at a car dealership detailing cars and we only had one vehicle, so I was on my way to pick him up from work. As I was driving down the road, I felt a sharp pain in my belly as if a baloon had poped inside. I was in a lot of pain but continued to drive to his work. He drove back home and I was hoping if I laid down the pain would go away. It didn't so I went to the neighbors house to sit in her bathtub but that didn't work either. When I got out of the bath I passed out and woke while my frien and boyfriend dressed me. I went to the ER where the doctor told me I had a bladder infection and he could not give me anything for pain because I was pregnant. For three weeks he cntinued to feed me antibiotics and tell me there was nothing wrong. Finally I went to a differant doctor to get a second opinion. After doing an ultrasound he stated he thought I had had a rupture tubal pregnancy. He admited me into the hospital and did surgey and said if I had not come when I did I would have bled to death. I also had broncidis and got pneumonia while I was under anestesia. They removed the baby and repaired my tube and I recently had another baby in June

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When I was studying in 12th, we all went to one of our relation's marriage function .while returning from there to house, I met an accident .we were returning by auto, I was the first person to got down, at that time I didn't noticed that auto was not stopped suddenly I got down and the auto smashed my leg and my toe got severe damage. by seeing this my dad started to shout at me in road itself.. Finally he took me to hospital ......

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I thought I was pregnant so I bought an over-the-counter test. The test came up positive. I shared the news with my husband, adding that I'd have to call the doctor to confirm it. The next day I called the doctor's office and had to leave a message. My doctor called me back and said, ""Congratulations!"" After thanking her, I asked if I needed to do anything. She suggested I do two things ""Find a good obstetrician and have a healthy pregnancy."" I rather liked that advice coming from a general practice doctor - and it was the best advice I could've had too."

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My husband and I walked down the hall of the hospital to our Lamaze Class. We had been taking it for 3 weeks now, every Thursday night. Tonight, we were going to start the breathing exercises, and I was excited. A few weeks before, we had decided, after our first Lamaze class, that we wanted to have the baby delivered naturally, with no medication, using only breathing exercises. The evening came and went and both my husband and I were confident - in his ability to coach, and my ability to control the pain. A few weeks later, I head to the dr. for my 39 week check-up. The doctor, upon noticing my blood pressure was extremely elevated, decided to send me over to the hospital for some tests. I was monitored for 2 hours. My doctor finally came in and told me that she would like to induce and that we should come back that evening around 10:00. I arrive back at the hospital a few hours later, excited to finally deliver our baby. Everything is going well. The doctor begins my induction and breaks my water manually. I labor all night until around 12:00 the next day. During this time, I received no medication, using a birthing ball and focal points to control the pain. The doctor comes in; the baby is not descending and her heart rate is starting to become sporadic. She says she must perform a C-Section. In that moment, my heart felt like it shattered into a million peices. I could barely speak, I was so upset. I remember the spinal; I remember feeling like I couldn't feel myself breathing; I remember wanting to cry, wondering if I would feel any pressure, any pain, and they performed the surgery to remove our baby. I felt nothing at all. I heard her crying and then don't remember anything after that. The next memory I have is being back in the delivery room. I'm asking my husband where my baby is, as I realize that hours have gone by and everyone else, our whole family, has seen her before me. I'm angry. Finally, they bring her to me; my head is spinning. I instinctively begin to nurse her and marvel at this beauty in my arms while my head is reeling from the pain killers they have me on. The next few days in the hospital were both amazing and extremely painful. The surgery was the most painful experience of my life. The recovery was hard. I spent a lot of time trying to get over the disappointment of having a C-Section when I so desperately wanted a natural birth. Eleven months later, while I am feeling more positive about my ""delivery"", I am still not over it. I am planning on our next pregnancy within the upcoming year and am determined to have a natural birth this time. I will do some things differently for our next pregnancy. It was a learning experience for me, but one that I do not want to repeat. There's no way to describe the feeling; it's as if something has been stolen from you...and I'm going to do everything that I can the next time around to take it back.

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My medical story is that while did my college 2nd year I suffered from veezing and back pain problem. This makes my health very weak. I can’t able to walk continuously for half an hour. I looked very weak. Then once I was on the way to my class I fell down. Then I was taken to the hospital and several treatments were taken. I was kept in ICU for one week. I cant forgot this incident that is happened in my life.

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When I was working, I went for inspection through my office jeep. When the jeep was turning in a corner the driver got a mild stroke .Instead of pressing the break he pressed the accelerator and his head was fallen on the stearing.suddenly the jeep ran very fatly and hit a fencing made with thrones. Because of the speed it dashed the fencing and get in to it. There was a deep slope in which the jeep was riding. After the slope there were two canals and the jeep Flied over the two cannels and toppled. Since I was sitting in the front side near the edge, I was thrown out in to the canel.Luckily There was a little bit water but I got severe injury. The driver came to conscious. One of my ears was turned, and my right hand was fractured.In the government hospital there was no emergency doctor was available and the in charge person there gave me first aid only and I was forced to be discharged and admitted in a private hospital and got cured. This incident I never forget in my life when ever I go for inspection again after my recovery.

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One day my husband went to a trip by train. While getting down in the platform his leg lightly slipped. But at that time he didn't noticed it. He left it as usual slip. But after 3 days it got pain. We went to hospital. Doctor advised us to operate that place. Because the waste blood & the drain water were formed collectively and deposited near knee.

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When I am 18 years old my brother was attacked by fareleaces and I took him to the hospital the doctor's sad that he used tobacco so their treatment is on use but by good grace he get well soon and now he is normal.

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On my fifteenth birthday, I was skate boarding. That day, I fell off and broke my arm.Thank god i had a helm , Ihit my head hard.I stoped skate boarding for a while.

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In December of 2004 I had a UTI. Within the next month the infection got worse despite the medicine I was given. The doctors feared it was a fast growing tumor. In january of 2005 during the NFC championship game the abcyss burst. I spent the next six months in the hospital for four different surgeries to clean the abcyss and correct other mistakes made by the doctors. I was finally diagnosed with CIDP, which is a post operative nuerological condition that has put med on total disability and very leery of hospitals.

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Heart attacks don't just happen to the elderly. I was 39 years old and thought I was in pretty good health when I had a heart attack. I am a mother of two teenagers, pretty active, but who would have thought it was possible for me to have a heart problem? I had had some symptoms previous to this incident but heart attack symptoms for women are sometimes totally different than symptoms in men. I had this terrible squeazing feeling around my ribs, then my jaw muscles started to burn like crazy and tense up painfully. I had trouble breathing and hot and cold sweats. I didn't panic. Not even when the ambulance came when I started to lose consciousness. However; I did panic when I got into the emergency room and the doctors and nurses said there was really nothing wrong with me, I was just having a drug induced attack, well that wasn't going to work for me at all since I didn't ingest any drugs! Well I showed them- I was wheeled to x-ray where they made me stand with my arms over my head-(yes over my head) I was obviously in pain and I knew I was in serious trouble if they didn't help me. I was taken back to the ER and drug tested again for the third time-still no drugs! A few minutes later I was in cardiac arrest- HA believe me now don't they. I was mercy flighted to a cardiac hospital where I underwent a double bipass two days later. The moral of this story is don't play around with chest pain. There is nothing normal about any chest pain, do not ignore it, if your doctor won't acknowledge a problem-find another doctor.

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I was 9 years old when I went to a snow tubing park for the first time. I went with my brothers' boy scout troop, where my dad and my best friend went, as well. My friend and I went down the hill for our first run. At the bottom, I tried getting up off my tube as quick as possible, but was hit by a grown man on his tube. I flipped backwards and blacked out for a couple minutes. The staff, or people there (I have no idea) took me inside to examine if I was alright. They couldn't see anything wrong with me, but they decided to take me to the hospital and get checked out, just in case. From there, my dad and brother were somehow contacted that I was going to the hospital. I remember my dad joining me in the ambulance. He sat up front with the driver. At the hospital, I was sent to get a CAT scan taken. From there, my life changed forever. They found a mass in the cerebellum part of my brain. The cerebellum is located at the back of your head, above the neck. It controls sensory perception, balance/coordination, and motor control. The mass was about the size of a kiwi. It was later categorized as a Juvenile Pilocytic Astro Sytoma* (spelling?), or a benign tumor. The tumor was found in December 1996, and I got in for surgery on February 8, 1997. The tumor was mainly removed, except for a small amount towards the middle of my brain. They said it was too risky to go that far. Well, they should have taken that risk, because in my 6 month/yearly MRI's I was having, the tumor kept growing from that point. I was scheduled for another brain surgery in 2002, at the age of 14. This was my freshman year of high school. I don't remember many things about this year, due to being on heavy steroids and drugs for pain. I think it was towards the middle of the school year that I had my second brain surgery. They removed the entire thing this time! Success. But then things took a turn for the worst. After the surgery I was out from school for a few weeks, then it turned to half days. This is where things get hazy. I'm not exactly sure how long I was out of school, how long I was back in school, until I was unable to keep anything down for about two weeks. It was a horrible feeling for me to move my head. I was always in my bed, I couldn't sleep with a pillow, if I ate, I threw it up. My parents finally decided that this wasn't the flu or anything, and brought me to the hospital. I took another CAT scan, and they discovered I had developed Hydrocephalus. This is swelling of the brain in the ventricles that are in the brain. I was driven to the Mayo Clinic for emergency surgery. In this surgery, they poked a hole in the 4th ventricle to let it drain, and inserted a ""pressure stick"" into the top of my head, by my forehead. This would measure the pressure that was on my brain. They warned me and my family that the pressure would fluctuate every once in a while, but if the pressure went up, and stayed up, I'd have to go into surgery again. In the next week in the hospital, I couldn't move in my bed. If I did, the nurse would have to ""reset"" the numbers on the machine I was hooked up to, sorta like making sure a level is in the center and level. After about a week, the pressure in my brain went up, and stayed up. Into surgery again. This time, half my head was shaved and a shunt was placed on the right side of my brain and ran all the way down into my abdomen, right below the breasts, in the center. There's something in there that sucks up the liquid from my brain, like a sponge, and basically just disappears. I recovered, finished high school with A honor roll most of the time, went to my freshman year of college, graduated culinary school, and am now 22 years old. I still have the shunt and headache/migraines often, but there has been no surgeries since! On the MRI I had maybe 3 years ago, there is something on the scan, but they're unable to tell if it is scar tissue or tumor. The only way they can find out is if I go into surgery. I said, ""NO!"""

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It started out more than 10 years ago when suddenly my right foot went numb and my right arm was weak. The doctors thought I pinched a nerve. I went thru six months of painful test, EMGs, and stuff and suddenly as it came, the symptoms went away. So, I thought, great, it is gone. No such luck. A few years later, the same symptoms hit me even harder!! Drs even thought I was making it up and it was very frustrating. But I knew it was something. Eventually the doctors sent me to Bethesday hospital for tests and they ran a specail DNA test on me. Low and behold, I have HNPP or heriditary neuropathy with pressure palsy, a genetic disease that affect the mylin coating of the nerves. Good news was I had a diagnosis, bad was it isnt fixable. But they can at least give me stuff for the pain and I have to try to take it easy so I wont mess up the nerves.

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In December 2005 I arrived back in the US after spending a year in Iraq. Unknown to me I was really sick. While doing my medical demobilization I found out I had a hemoglobin count of 7.1 and normal is suppose to be around 15. I was emergancy rushed to a civilian hospital where I recieved a blood transfusion and underwent some tests. I found out I had some type of colits. When i was about 26 years old i had a problem with my knee. It felt a little sore one Sunday and by the Monday had swelled up to about 3 times normal size. I couldn't walk and it was even sore to stand up. I had to call the doctor to visit and got a lady doctor who told me i had bursitis of the knee and gave me some medication saying it should clear up in around 48 hours. By the Friday of that week i was still in bed, and although the pain had largely gone the swelling had not. By the following Monday the swelling still had not gone done and I could not bend my knee or walk properly. I called the doctor and said i would visit this time as i could finally get myself around. My doctor is only a 10 minute walk from my apartment, but this time it took me around 30 minutes to get there as I could only walk slowly and crossing the road was a nightmare. At the doctors I was seen by a young female doctor, who was originally from the same city as myself. She looked at my knee and asked me if the previous doctor had told me what it was. When i told her that the previous doctor had said it was bursitis, she asked me if I knew the common name. When i said i did not, she found this highly amusing and told me that I had Housemaids Knee!! A 26 year old male with housemaids knee was obviously a highly amusing concept to her, although she was nice so i did forgive her for laughing. In all it took around 3 months for my knee to get back to normal, so watch out for Housemaids Knee as it is really painful and not that funny to get it.

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I had one heart surgery at the age of 7 and now i am 26 years old and now i am unmarried . My problem is that all are thinking that i am not fit for marriage. this is hurting to me.

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Halloween, a night to be with friends and celebrate. Not me, I was admitted to the hospital with a ""viral illness"" and dehydration. I had been sick with a fever, stomach upset and general ickyness for a whole month. I eventually dehydrated and bottomed-out my blood pressure, so I got admitted for tests and IV fluids. The next day I was a little better so they sent me home.

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The Monday before Thanksgiving, an abdominal ultrasound. I was still sick, so the doctor decided to check for gallstones. I had not had anything to eat since midnight on the dot. I had worked all night in the emergency room where I was a Registered Nurse. My husband came with me so he could drive me to my appointment and home after it was over, because I would be too sleepy to drive safely. We had a Subway sandwich at 11:30 PM. I had my ultrasound and went to the doctor's office to get the results and for him to check my blood work. He tells me they found something he didn't expect, a 2 cm mass on my pancreas. WHAT?! As I said, I'm a nurse. I immediately conjured up everything I know about pancreatic cancer in my mind. I just went numb. I was only 29 years old, I couldn't have pancreatic cancer.

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Wednesday, the day before my first Thanksgiving with my husband, I'm on the way to have a CT scan of my pancreas. The past two days have blunted me. I can't let myself feel anything. I have already figured out how to kill myself and make it look like an accident so my husband can get my life insurance. I am determined not to let the cancer take me. I get to the clinic, because they can do the scan sooner than the radiology department at the hospital, and go in for the scan. To my terror, the Radiologist is actually doing the scan instead of the tech that would normally do it. He doesn't just scan my pancreas, he scans my chest all the way through to my pelvis-twice.

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My doctor is supposed to call me as soon as he gets the results. It is the day before Thanksgiving, so the clinic closed at noon. I waited and waited and waited. I called the clinic, but my doctor wasn't even on call so they wouldn't connect me. It was 4:30 in the afternoon when I broke. I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't believe my doctor's home number was listed in the phone book. I felt really bad about having to call him at home, but I was losing my mind from the anxiety. He told me he was getting ready to call me with the results. The scan had been read by two Radiologists at the clinic, and a third one at the hospital plus himself and three of his Internal Medicine colleagues. The mass that was on my ultrasound was nowhere to be found. It had disappeared!

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Within a couple of weeks, my fever and abdominal upset disappeared too. I never got a diagnosis of what the problem was. After discussing things, my husband and I came up with an explanation for the disappearing mass. When the ultrasound views the pancreas, it views through the stomach, like in layers. I had eaten jalapeno peppers on my sandwich the night before, and had eaten in a rush to be finished before midnight. 2 cm is very close to the size of a sliced jalapeno pepper, and it is strange but very possible that an unchewed pepper in my stomach appeared to be a mass on my pancreas. " I thought I was having a heart attack: sweating, squeezing chest pain, nausea. The EMTs treated me as if this was the case. But all the heart tests came back fine. It turned out to be gallstones! Later I had more attacks and finally got the gallbladder removed. I wish I had done it much sooner.

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One day after brushing my teeth, I noticed that my spit was a greenish tint. I felt no pain and could not see anything wrong with my teeth or mouth. This continued for about a week before I decided to go to my Dr. It turned out that I had a stone - calcium buildup that had to be removed. The Dr. put it in a little jar and let me take it. I have it to this day.

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When I was in the 6th grade my middle school was doing some renovations and I had PE class where we were supposed to run across the field and back. Unfortunately I didn't see the tracks that the tractor had left behind and I stepped in it and twisted my ankle. At the time I didn't realize how bad it was, but in talking to the doctor later that day he explained what had happened. Luckily it was the last period of the day and I could head home after and rest my foot unfortunately I had to walk home that day and lived about a mile and a half away from school up and over two rather large hills.

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I walked home in excruciating pain that day, and when I got home just went to sleep to try and get rid of the pain. I woke up the next morning and my foot was extremely swollen so I told my parents what happened and showed them my swollen foot. They took me to the doctor later that day and apparently when I was running and stepped in the tractor tracks and twisted my ankle the tendons in my foot pulled hard trying to straighten my foot out and it snapped the bone in the arch of my foot. I had to have a cast put on and wear it for the next 6 weeks, since then my foot has never really been the same and it cracks every time I take a step.

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I didnt ever like to go to a hospital and wait for a long time to meet the doctor. Four years back i was suffering from fever since 3 weeks and i was forced to go to the hospital. So i went to the hospital and met the doctor. Doctor asked to do some medical tests, and therefore i was admitted to there. The hospital was the leading one in the city having international clients and standards. I was admitted to a ward containing four beds. The bathroom was outside, common to an another ward also. When i went to the bathroom, it was stinking like anything and looks like a ugly store room. I felt nausea and atlast i was vomitting for two continuous hours.

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when i was 6 years old my dad brought home oranges. that was the first time i tasted an orange and damn they tasted good. so kept eating and eating one orange after another and soon enoughe i started to feel slithly feverish. a few minutes later i became red and started to swollow. i became so big i coudn't even put my shoes on. my parents called an ambulance and i was rushed to the hospital. i stayed at the hospital for three hole days and that time was one of the worst of my life. needles to say now i"m very carefull when i eat oranges and there's never more then one.

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I watched the premiere of “Mercy” last night and was pleasantly surprised—it was actually about realistic nurses! No bimbos in tight, white uniforms and stiletto heels; none so burned out they can’t empathize with patients. And a lead actor we, as long-term clinical RNs can relate to. The leader of the pack is an RN just back from Iraq—where she slept with a doctor, despite being married at home. Home is Mercy Hospital, a city hospital with a motley cast of patients, who are typical of what a nurse sees during his/her shift. There’s the newbie—just graduated from Penn with a Master’s Degree in Nursing and absolutely no clinical experience. She follows the seasoned nurses around like a puppy, all eager to heal and help. She was mortified that she had to “pull the plug” on one of her patients. Compare that to the Iraqi war veteran with two amputated arms and a colostomy. In other words, the surgery was a success, but the patient died. Who thought ahead enough to figure out just how this vet was supposed to take care of his colostomy? Dying of cancer at seventy-eight was a breeze compared to that conundrum. I had to think that at least a part of the script was either written by an RN, or a good consulting RN. There’s a difference between the nurses who graduate from a diploma school, and then work their way up to a Master’s Degree. An MSN teaches you nothing about nursing care. It teaches you to teach others, or become managers, which nursing is seeing more and more, and less nurses who actually want to touch a patient. Yes, there are good master’s prepared RNs, but they all started as clinical RNs first. I know. I graduated from a diploma school and got my associate’s degree along with it. I never wanted to be a manager, and I taught plenty of courses, lectures and seminars as “just an RN.” Sometimes clinical experience makes for a better lecture than book knowledge. I’m sure there are a lot of RNs with advanced degrees who might read this and get angry. All the time, education and cost! And for what? They get paid less than my best friend who has been a clinical RN for twenty-eight years. For what? How about working twelve hour shifts, mostly on your feet, weekends, holidays and nights. That’s the difference. Clinical RNs get dirty. I remember working in an inner city trauma center and a drunk driver vomited so much on me that it soaked through my underwear. Find an advanced degree RN with the same story and I’ll buy her a beer. A lot. Her parents are alcoholics, and her brother seems well on his way. Not all nurses are broken after twenty years or so on the job. They’re burned out. From lack of staffing, fumbling residents, and being bit, spat on, kicked and punched. It’s a matter of balance. After the day is over, and you go home, you have to have an outlet for all the abuse you take during your shift. Some fool around with married men (or women, as there are loads of nurses who are male now, and, I may add from personal experience, not gay). Yes, we partied when we were in our twenties, but most of us in practice now have marriages, families, and hobbies that are not destructive. Ask any RN to watch “Mercy,” and give an opinion. I think it will be a good one. At least we’re not at Seattle-Grace and getting syphilis from the residents.

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When I was 23 I was hit by a car. I went up on the hood of the car and flew off. The force was such that my shoulder dislocated and popped back into place. I knew it hurt, but given the shock of the incident I didn't realize it had been damaged any more than the rest of me. Naturally, I was taken to the hospital where I was prodded and x-rayed. Amazingly I had no broken bones or concussion. I had a number of cuts, but nothing more serious was found. Since I seemed to be in good condition I didn't have an MRI done. I went back to the doctor a few months later because my shoulder wasn't healing. My doctor told me it was probably bursitis, but ordered the MRI to make sure. When I went back for my follow-up, he was ecstatic over my MRI images. It turns out my shoulder was a medical textbook specimen of a dislocated shoulder that was back in socket. To him, it was perfect. That has always amused me, because finding out I needed surgery wasn't nearly as exciting for me!

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I was 8 years old and I had to have surgery to have my ovary removed due to a cantaloupe-sized cyst. When the nurses rolled me out of my room and into the OR, everything was a-okay and I was totally calm...that is, until I saw all of the equipment in the operating room. I freaked. I mean, seriously freaked. I screamed so loud, it sounded like I was being stabbed over and over again. Both my step-mom and my mom were attempting to calm me down, but to no avail. I was trying to escape - it took nearly six nurses to attempt to get me to lay down and it didn't work. My mother had to leave the room, but my step-mom? Oh no, she was the lucky one who got pinched in the stomach by me...and left a majorly huge bruise that lasted for at least three weeks. I give good pinches, I guess! Eventually I was sedated, but it wasn't until I had seven nurses and two doctors holding me down!" At the time of this event, I was eleven years old. My sister and I were both in the hospital to have our tonsils taken out. To understand how I felt, you have to know I am, at the age of forty two, still afraid of needles. She was taken first to the operating room. When she returned to the room, I saw how bad she looked (ansthesia and IV) and I jumped out of the bed and said I wasn't doing it. It took two doctors and four nurses to get me and hold me untill they could give me ansthesia to put me to sleep. That story always comes up anytime I have to go to have any type of medical procedure.

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When i was age at 15. me and my friends are playing in ground nicely. unfortunately ball is coming on the air i try to catch that but my bad luck i slipped and fall down, my left hand is injured that time i don't know i wake up and see my hand my l-bo is turned. I can't control my pain. Finally i admitted in hospital, doctor say we want to do major operation by god's grace after 5 month i came back to normal. but still now sometimes i feel my pain.

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I had a medical scare a few months ago. I am a full time public speaker and one day when I was speaking I started to have shortness of breath. I suddenly couldn't continue speaking because I couldn't catch my breath. I finally stepped off the platform and had someone finish the event. By that time I was also sweating pretty hard. My wife drove me to the emergency room and I went through a whole set of test that day followed by a nuclear stress test to make sure I didn't have a clogged arteries. The results all came back negative. So I didn't have a heart problem. The diagnosis was a panic attack. They gave me a small pill to take before I speak and it totally solved the panic attacks.

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When I was 6 months pregnant with my second child I started having sharp pains just above my stomache and below my chest, right in the area of your diaphram. When I asked my doctor he said that is was just a pulled muscle, just don't strain myself and it should go away. For the next three months I dealt with it. Occasionaly I woudl still get a shart pain and just assumed it was another muscle spasm. I had a c-section with my daughter so when I got out of the hospital I really could not feel a whole lot of anything. The day of my six week check up the pain was almost unbearable, when I said something to the Nurse Practioner she said that is was acid reflux and wrote me out a prescription for an acid reducer. I went home and proceeded to spend the rest of the day vomiting and crying. The pain worked it's way around to my lower back. After spending all morning like this my husband took the kids to his moms and then took me to the hospital where they tried to tell me that I had the flu. About eight hours later they did an ultrasound on my stomache and found gall stones. When they realized that I was not faking anything they gave me something for the pain. Now for the ladies reading this, I have been told that gall stones are worse than child birth, but since both my kids were born via cesarean I have no idea what child birth is really like. But that is something to compare the pain to. Back to the topic...The decided that the procedure that was to be done couldn't be done in my local Hospital so we had to wait another four hours for the ambulance to arrive, I forgot to mention this was New Years Eve. The sent me to a University Hospital 80 miles from home. Once I got there I sat in recieving (that's all I can think to call it) for half an hour waiting for someone to come admit me. Lets skip forward two days because nothing really happens for about two days. I am now told that not only do I hae gall stones but one of the stones is blocking my pancreas and I now have pancreantitis. They decide that they are going to do and ERCP, that's where they stick tubes down my throat to remove the gall stones. Ok i'm good with that, apparently they have to check my blood sugar first, it's down to 32. They start to freak out and ask me if I have had my insulan shot. All I can do is look at them all and say polietly that I'm not diabetic and that I have not had anything to eat in almost 3 days. So they bring in a giant sugar water filled syringe and stick in my IV. They do the ERCP, and another doctor comes in and removes my gall bladder almost 2 days later. He tells me that they had to cut my gall bladder away from my liver and that it is not normal. So now I have three scars scattered accross my stomach from the lapriscopic surgery to remove my gall bladder. The doctor that did the ERCP did not know that another doctor came in and removed my gall bladder and was really suprised when I told him. So I spent a week in a hospital where student doctors come in and stare while real doctors work, and where the doctors don't bother to read charts and find out if a patient is diabetic or not, and don't even know what's going on. Oh and I had a female doctor laugh at me because I was crying because I was missing my 6 week old baby girl. I had a horrible New Years.

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One day several years ago I was walking across our backyard and fell, or tripped, and landed on my right shoulder. Something snapped and I had to crawl several yards to where I could grab on to the handle of the back door to pull myself up. I had to wait about three hours for my husband to come home to tell him what happened and he took me in to the emergency room as it was after hours for our clinic. My arm was just hanging by my side. After a short wait at the ER, the doctor who examined me informed me that I had dislocated my shoulder. There was nothing broken, so he maneuvered my shoulder back into place, put my arm in a sling and sent me home, with pain medication. It took several weeks for my shoulder to heal and then I had to go to therapy to strengthen it. I cannot lift my right arm as high as I used to but at least I can use it and there is seldom any pain.

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About two years ago i was pushing 215lbs and climbing. i started exercising but with slow results. i saw that my chiropractor had a weight loss program call nutrition response testing. i was skeptical but decided to try it out. when i got tested i found out that my thyroid gland wasn't functioning properly. i took the whole food suppliments that i was told to take and i lost 20 lbs in a month and half. six months later after i hit a wall with my weight loss i went back for another visit and found out that my adrenal gland needed help. after taking the whole food supplements for that i lost another 20 lbs. i am so happy that i tried something new the natural way. i have kept the weight off and am so gratefull for my doctor.

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When I had my first son it was an induced labor. They induced me at 6am and by 7pm I was pushing. The nurses and the Dr. could not figure out why he wasn't moving down at all. So instead of waiting to find out they decided to go ahead and do a c section. I went into the operating room and they gave me the drugs. About 5 minutes later I felt the Dr. gently pushing on my stomach. Or that is what I thought at least. My husband was beside me and I was looking at him. All of a sudden I heard this loud pop. I asked my husband what it was and before he could get the words out I heard our son start crying for the first time. I was in shock because truthfully I did not even know that they were doing anything as of yet. I did not feel anything but the light poking sensation. After they got our son out and everything the Dr. and my husband left the room. All that was left was me and the two very petite nurses. They talked for about what seemed like 5 minutes on how they were going to move me from the bed I was laying on to the bed that they needed me to be on. Finally I said well I can not feel my legs but I know that I can move them. I was sick of hearing them debate so I picked myself from the bed and moved myself to the other one by myself. Now I am pretty sure that you are not supposed to do that but I did it anyways. Even after major surgery. It just goes to show you that if you are determined to do something then you can do it.

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Really I can't forget one incident which has happened to my father's brother. We were living together only as because we were in joint family. We were living very happily by sharing our happiness and our worries together. Once suddenly he had fallen down by fainting. We all took him to hospital after that only we came to know that he had some kidney problem. He had no conscious. I like him very much. I like him more than my father. Because he had more affection on me. They took him to emergency ward and they didn't say anything how was he. But they took many test and he became normal after 10 days early morning I lost him. He passed away with out saying me. I cried a lot.

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When I was 16 I snapped the tendons in my right hand during a football game.. Of course at the time the coach said, :It's just jammed get back in the game." three months later there was a ping pong ball size lump in the palm of my hand. Which required reconstructive surgery to reattach the tendons that were causing the lump. When I awoke from surgery in the recovery room, with a cast from finger tips to elbow, I accidently smacked the nurse in the afce with the cast.

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I am a squint(eye turned oneside) person.i adjusted my eye power and want to correct my eye so i did operation doctor said it wanted to be treated on childhood.but i am adult now.operation not helped me.what to do .it is fate....thank you..

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I have to share with you that doctors are often all too quick to want to see you and move on to their next case no matter what you tell them. My horror story started at 4 a.m. one morning when I woke up feeling like someone was crushing my chest. I was only 40 at the time and kept myself in pretty good shape, but I do have a strong family history of heart disease.

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I was out of town on business so drove myself to the local medical center and checked into the ER. They did the regular tests for a heart attack and all came back fairly clear. The doctor came in and told me I was fine and that it was probably just indigestion or something. I knew there was something more serious going on because I had never felt this bad before. I argued with the doctor and he finally agreed to do a heart catheterization test just to shut me. As I was being wheeled into the testing room the doctor leaned over me and said the words I'll never forget, “ don't worry, we'll do this test and you'll be on your way home in a few hours”. He was smug and almost conceding. They started the test and within 5 minutes saw that I had a huge aneurysm on my aorta just above my heart.

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Needless to say I was rushed to surgery and survived. The ER doctor never did come in and apologize. The doctor that did my surgery said that had I left like I was told to in the ER it was likely the aneurysm would have ruptured within two weeks and at that point it would have been too late. The moral of the story is if you know something is really wrong keep pushing, don't just blindly accept that the doctor knows best.

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About 20 years ago I went to the hospital to have leg surgery on the veins in my leg. While in the pre op room with about 6 other women my turn came to talk over my information with the nurse. She asked if I had allergies and when I said yes she said "no" you hadn't entered any on the sheet you filled out earlier. She then asked my first name, and she said that's you. A few minutes later she asked for my last name. It turned out that there were two women with the same first name and they had mixed us up. It all got straightened out, but the funny part was the other women was having her tubes untied, so she could have more kids. She would have been very surprised to find stitches in her leg. I would have been even more surprised since my tubes had been tied after 6 kids and that was not something I wanted.

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When I was about 7 or 8 I was at in indoor auction with my parents and older brother. My brother and I were playing around and he was acting like he had me in hand cuffs. I started yelling "let me go!" and my brother did just that. He dropped me on my face onto a cement floor. I got right back up like nothing happened. I started walking around like I didn't even fall. Then I hear people screaming. Apparently when I feel I busted my chin open and blood was pouring down my jacket and shirt. My parents rushed me to the hospital and when I got there I asked the doctor if I could have a mirror to watch him stitch me up.

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When I was a small child, before the age of five years old I developed psoriasis. To some, psoriasis can be very mild, but for me as a child, I had a very severe case of it. We lived in a small town in northern Minnesota so my mom would drive me an hour to Grand Forks, North Dakota to see a dermatologist. He prescribed many different products to help ease my discomfort, but I remember clearly at that time that none worked. I would have to take a bath each evening and rather then Mr. Bubbles I would soak in a tar mixture in my bathwater. As I said before, it never made a difference. I would also have to have my mom put a salve on all of my patches after each bath and before school each morning. I remember my clothes would stick to the salve. Unfortunately I had the type of psoriases that was located all over my body. Some people experience large painful patches of outbreaks, but mine was like a polka-dotted mess from head to toe. Yes, I even had psoriasis all over my scalp. My mom would take me over to a hair dressers house every few weeks where she would wash my hair with pure vegetable oil which was supposed to clear my scalp up for a week or two. The first time we did it I remember it was successful, but after that it never had the same effect. The worst part of all of my treatments was the scent of tar. At a time where all my friends were into the latest Avon perfumes I smelled like I was part of a road working crew. Luckily, I out grew the worst of it. I still have random areas of psoriasis, but the prescriptions I now receive are tar free and a small tube lasts a long time. My favorite choice of relaxation is a long hot bath without my tar concoction in it!

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I had Perthes as a child,I can't remember much about it as I as only 3 years old at the time. Now 40 years later I have sever pain in my right hip. I have had this pain for about a year now. This pain came on gradually. I have had several X-rays and an MRI scan done. I was refered for hip replacement surgery. The surgeon I went to see refused to do the surgery because of my age. I dont want to bore you with all the details but I have been mucked about over the past 8 months going back and forward to see different surgeons with no real outcome as to why I have this hip pain or what can be done about it. My question is is there any chance I could have perthes again and how do i finally become free from this disease.

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I would like to tell about a harrowing experience about suffering from the common iron deficiency anemia.There are many ideas from the medical world stating that our body can regenerate blood in a relatively short time , even after we had suffered blood loss due to accidents.But in reality , it is not easy to happen it depends on the diet we take .One wrong choice of diet and you will never be able to recover from anemia for life. You will never realize unless it is too late. The symptoms include loss of breath , reduced body growth and lot of tiredness.Diagnosing the disease is not easy and doctors do not perform it well enough.They will probably laugh at you.Old people get good treatments with good tonic prescriptions but the young do not.May be the doctors do not see the human face of diseases. As for me , i found out my problems after 8 years and finally got rid of the anemic situation , but with some price . One of the prices i paid for was the loss of time ,not only in months but also i years.I will probably never suffer from anemia again but what about the thousands who suffer from it? What will be their fate ?

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My girlfriend came to visit me at my house. we drank together and then she asked for a bike ride.my brother asked me for a burger.we went to a shop got one for him and came back.we started again on the same bike and the next thing i remember is that i am in a hospital and my right hand is fractured and i have bandages all over my body.people told me that i hit a lorry but neither i nor my girlfriend remember anything.not at all.i am still recovering from that accident and only god knows what happened to us.

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I was 19 years old and in the navy when I had an unfortunate event that led to a three day comatose state. I have to start out first to say that I had gotten drunk the night it happened and was sleeping in my bunk aboard ship. I got up to go to the bathroom, feeling like I was going to get sick. I didn't get sick but just stood in front of the toilet waiting for it to happen. After a while I just felt like sleeping again but I didn't even try to go back to the bunk. The bathroom was in the process of being painted and there were sheets and rags and drop cloths all around. I went to sleep on a small pile of them and was pretty much out of sight from people coming into use the bathroom. I'm not sure how long it was before someone found me but by that time I was not waking up. I woke up three days later in a hospital. They didn't think I was going to wake up at all. It seems my blood had gotten somewhat thick and sappy and they couldn't even perform tests on it to see what was in my system. I'm extremely lucky because I have no known adverse effects from this episode.

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Having been scared all my life by the loss of friends and family members to cancer, I felt myself going into shock as I heard the doctor say ""you have cancer."" I remember going to the bank (how mundane) after the doctor's appointment and the teller making small talk that I had a hard time making back. I wanted to shout--my doctor just said I have cancer and you want me to have a nice day? At the same time, I knew that she didn't know that I had just been through a traumatic visit with the dermatologist. One's reaction at that time, I discovered, is basically unpredictable. I had never really thought about how I would feel if a doctor ever said that to me. Deciding not to think about such things was probably an example of denial--it's easier to get through life if you don't meditate upon things doctors say or might say. As it turns out, it was the kind of skin cancer that does not metastasize and it was easily removed. Yet the sense of shock remains with me--those three words are probably the scariest anyone can hear no matter what the circumstances are.

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When I was 4, after suffering through many grand mal seizures, I was diagnosed with a brain tumor near my optic nerve. They tried to operate but could not remove it all due to it being located under a major artery. 16 years later I am still alive and well and seizure free when the doctors thought I wouldn't live past 7.

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Several years back, while helping a friend's friend to build his backyard shed out of old bricks, i broke four fingers, seven other small bones in the hand, dislocated my wrist on the left arm, and also two smallest fingers on my left leg. Incident happened when Tom (friend's friend) took a packet of bricks on the shed's roof to build some sort of a chimney. The packet opened, and most bricks fell right on me, with few bricks hitting my leg and arm. Thankfully only that. The scarring can still be seen.

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Hi, 6 years before me and my friend was roaming somewhere by bike. Suddenly one car dashed us. We both got severe wound. The people who was around us admitted in a hospital and we didn't say to our family members. After two days only they came to know. My friend got fracture on his left hand. I got hurt on my right leg and also I lost more blood. At that time everyone in my family scolded me well except my mother. She took care of me well. while thinking about that I like to convey a message to everyone take care while driving.

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When I was six years old, I was at my school's winter ice skating party. I was having a good time until I tripped and fell. From the initial shock of falling I did not pull my hands in right away and a boy from my class ran over my left pinky finger with his ice skate. My friend's dad immediately wrapped my hand in a handkerchief and my mom rushed me to the hospital, which was luckily very close. We were having trouble getting the attention of a somewhat rude nurse when the mother of the boy who ran over my finger came bursting into the ER and demanded, as the wife of a prominent doctor in that hospital, that I be seen right away. The ER doctor was able to sew my finger back on but to this day (17 years later) I still have no feeling from about halfway up my left pinky finger.

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Medical service is very important to every human for life, But my life medical story is good and comic because i am also medical student i practice Medical Laboratory Technician i like so much this filed because every doctor is conform any disease according to Medical Report that's way i like this Filed. so important to Lab Technician

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Once upon a time my brother met with accident. but that incident which had happened to my brother was not know to any one in my family. after that i got one call from my brothers friend that he met with accident, so me alone went to hospital . at that time no one was there in my home so me alone went with more fear. when i went to hospital doctor said that we want to admit him in emergency ward. i dont know what to do. i called every one through mobile no one attended. i cried a lot because of fear. at last my uncle only came farward to help me at that time. really at that time i was helpless. that day night only my father came after hearing this news. then after one month i got my brother back at the normal stage.

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My son and his significant other moved in with me while renovating the home they purchased. He has a small bedroom and she has a king size bed so it's tight in there. One day I decided to make the bed, and while sliding off the end of the bed (which is sitting directly on the floor - no frame) I slid my foot down the mattress. The plastic piece on the bottom edge of one of the box springs sticks out about 1/4 inch and I caught my big toe and sliced it open. It took 4 stitches to close it and it hurt like hell to get the numbing shot. Then I had to hobble around for about 2 weeks while it healed. Lesson learned: housekeeping is dangerous!

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About 10 years ago I waken up early in the morning by my mother telling me that the dog was about to give birth. As I was walking through the hall I fell and started having a seizure. My Doctor gave a medication (Dilantin) to stop the seizures while all the lab test come back. 1 week later I started getting sick little by little; first diarhea, then vomiting, cold sores, pink eye, high fever, and finally a really bad rash. My mom took me to the emergency room several times and the doctors agreed that it was a virus. Another week went by and as I got worse my father decided to take me to a hospital that was far away. After 2 hours on the road, I arrived to the hospital and the Doctor saw me and asked "where are the meds that he has been taken? He looked at the bag and he immediately said "he has Stephen Johnson Symdrome". An alergic reaction to Dilantin. Pretty much my body was freaking out and I was been cooked from the inside out! Needless to say I made it by the grace of God and a Doctor that 25 years earlier had seen a case like mine. Thanks Dr P!

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I had been having back pain in my lower right side for months; it would come for a day, then be gone for a week, but it reoccurred in roughly the same location. I dismissed it as muscle spasms and went on with my life. After nearly a year and a half, the spasms had gotten worse, to the point where only a nap or going to bed would ease them. On one particularly bad night, I went to the emergency clinic; the doctor felt around for a while and then told me I had a kidney stone! Apparently, the stone was trapped at the entrance to the ureter and had been there for more than a year, growing in size; it was nearly 20mm in size according to the ultrasound. I was referred to a urologist for laser lithotripsy, which cut the rock up into little pieces and allowed it to pass. Moral of the story: if you think something's wrong, go get it looked at! I could have spared myself a year of discomfort if I'd done that.

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My cousin brother got an accident last year. His left leg knees join was broken. Then he admitted in hospital for 5 months. During that period he suffered lot of pain. We cant see him. That level he suffered. Then doctors planned to operate in that place. Operation also got success. But now also he is suffering from the pain.