Have You Ever Cheated Death? How Did You Survive?

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    Feb 25, 2012 2:53 AM GMT
    There I as at the peak of physical fitness with a bod a 25 year old would envy..... handsome.... an exciting career change in the works......just returned from a month in Rio de Janiero and Rome. Confident...Happy.....And as usual, I was traipsing throughout Manhattan as if I owned the island.

    One night early in January I felt really weird. It was so bad I called the ambulance. They say I collapsed and went into shock. I was in a coma for over 2 weeks. My lungs and kidneys stopped working. I later learned I was diagnosed with septis, pneumonia and a few other bugs.

    They say I was dying. Friends and family who visited me said I had tubes and machines going in and out of my body like a science fiction movie.

    I came out of the coma. Lost 60 pounds. Lost my ability to walk and generally was a mess. Nobody knows how I got sick.

    With the help of loving friends and family, I survived. Now they call me the miracle kid. Gained back 35 pounds so far. I'm stuck in a physical rehabilitation hospital for the next month and each therapy session is torture. I can at least walk from the bed to the bathroom and take care of my personal needs myself, but it will take time to get back to normal.

    I consider myself lucky to be recovering so quickly. An experience like this gives you a solid appreciation of your blessings. And as Blanche from Golden Girls said about herself, "Isn't it amazing how someone so sick can still look so good?".

    Do you have a survival story?
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    Feb 25, 2012 3:38 AM GMT
    KissingPro saidDo you have a survival story?

    At least a dozen. I doubt anyone here wants to read them. I've nearly died from injury and disease too many times to recount. And been erroneously told I was terminally ill twice, and currently dealing with cancer with only a 60% survival chance. (A downward revision from what I was originally told)

    My survival story is that I intend to survive, despite all the odds against me. And to just have fun, and enjoy life, until the rug finally gets pulled out from under me. We all die - when it happens to me I intend to go down with all flags flying. icon_biggrin.gif
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    Feb 25, 2012 6:06 AM GMT
    Glad to hear you're okay!


    As for cheating death, yes...when I was 13. I was being driven home by my uncle after staying with his family for the weekend. About 2 blocks from leaving his place, we came to an intersection which we had the right of way, and the other way had stop signs. As we went through, a gravel truck ran the stop sign and t-boned us (my uncle was driving a 2 door ford 'stang). Anyways, I didn't have my seatbelt on, which was great, because if i did, I'd have been crushed to death. The car was pancaked to about half it's original size, ending up 90 feet from where we were hit, into someone's yard. I ended up behind my uncle in the front seat.

    I can't say I've made (or ever will make) a full recovery, as I suffered damage to the memory part of my brain, so even though I do remember alot of stuff from childhood, they're somewhat shorter memories, and not as intact. Plus I have a hard time remembering things, unless they're memorable (like learning from a book versus a night of fun). I've other injuries, but that's mostly scar tissue and stuff. I can say this though, rehab was HELL! lol
  • HollywoodHist...

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    Feb 25, 2012 10:21 AM GMT
    Wow, you guys have some amazing and inspirational stories! I'm so happy you are okay and progressing.

    I only have one but it's certainly not anything like yours and not inspirational at all, but it did change me. When I was 12 I was doing a musical in San Francisco. The company was a non-profit raising money for the homeless and we rehearsed at this terrible old hotel cold the Cadillac (since renovated) that was built right after the 1906 quake. It was in the heart of the Tenderloin District, the worst part of San Francisco. The streets smelled like urine and we saw SWAT teams at least once a week - or so it seemed to me at the time. But I was in a sort of protective bubble, my parents were always there as well as all the adults of the cast, so I was very safe.

    One day, while on a break, myself, my parents, and some of the cast members went to get some lunch at a restaurant a block over. I was being non-challant and walking backwards as I faced my friends and talked to them. My parents were at the back of the group talking to the director and didn't really see me. I didn't notice that the sidewalk was gradually dipping toward the street or that I was coming to the end of the block. I walked right into the street without realizing it, such a stupid kid. Luckily a boy in the cast, he was about 18, grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me back toward them just as a taxi zoomed by. He saved my life. Three months later that boy died of AIDS but I will be forever greatful to him.
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    Mar 13, 2012 6:29 PM GMT
    Art_Deco said
    KissingPro saidDo you have a survival story?

    At least a dozen. I doubt anyone here wants to read them. I've nearly died from injury and disease too many times to recount. And been erroneously told I was terminally ill twice, and currently dealing with cancer with only a 60% survival chance. (A downward revision from what I was originally told)

    My survival story is that I intend to survive, despite all the odds against me. And to just have fun, and enjoy life, until the rug finally gets pulled out from under me. We all die - when it happens to me I intend to go down with all flags flying. icon_biggrin.gif


    Thanks for sharing your story ADeco. From one survivor to another. I'm doing extremely well from my brush with death. I have flags too....icon_biggrin.gif
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    Mar 13, 2012 6:41 PM GMT
    Wow, OP. Do they still not know how you got such a bad infection? Did it start as pneumonia, then spread to the rest of your body?

    I was driving home one damp night. There is a very bad, blind curve where many people just speed through. As I was approaching this curve, this car comes flying the opposite direction, around the curve, and slips into my lane because of the damp conditions. He is literally speeding head-on into me, and I'm slamming on my brakes for dear life. This is before anti-lock brakes (and airbags) were on every car, so my brakes just locked and I'm skidding right into this other car. At the very, very last minute, my car swerved into the grass (there was no shoulder). The other car passed by me with about a foot to spare. It literally felt like someone had taken the steering wheel and yanked me out of the way.
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    Mar 13, 2012 6:46 PM GMT
    In 1985 I was driving home from the mall with a friend of mine in a 1977 Ford Mustang II. We were driving way too fast (I think 70), I hit the brakes because it looked like the rear of another car was coming up way too fast, lost control, and hit a very large oak tree.

    Neither of us were wearing seat belts, and miraculously we both walked away from the accident. I suffered a few broken fingers, and knuckles where my hand went through the dash board, and stitches on my face from hitting the windshield...my friend suffered minor cuts pushing the passenger window out so he could exit the car.

    The police officer who questioned me at the hospital estimated we were doing 60mph when we hit the tree....asked me if I was under any influence (only the influence of stupidity). He stated, and I quote "Kid, you shouldn't be here! If you hit a non moving object at 50 you don't walk away...you were doing 60....I think you learned your lesson".

    He did not ticket me for the incident.
  • OscarMike

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    Mar 13, 2012 6:47 PM GMT
    yeah many times, most of them occurred in Iraq...just some of the more "memorable" encounters

    1) survived a IED that blew up our humvee, the insurgents buried the explosives to deep so the ground absorbed most of the explosions.

    2) had a mortar round landed about 20 feet in front of us, it was a dud and didn't detonate

    3) bullet rounds impacting around me many times..thank god those people can't shoot.
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    Mar 13, 2012 8:12 PM GMT
    KissingPro, congrats on making it through! You really are the miracle kid!

    My friends all know about this, so if you've heard it before, just skip past me here.

    I was shot through the chest once in my own house by a burglar who was hiding in the house when a buddy of mine and I walked in. I was a high school kid and never saw the thief. He'd been hiding behind draperies in a bay window, and was hopped up on PCP. He fired from over my right shoulder and from about 20-some feet away. The bullet entered my right arm between the shoulder and elbow, exited, and entered the side of my chest and exited through the front - slightly to the right of center. This knocked me on my ass, and I was still conscious - but bleeding profusely. Although we expected the burglar to come closer and finish us both off at point blank range, he just escaped out the patio door, but was caught the next day. My friend called for help and I went by ambulance to the hospital. I was aware of what had happened and I fully expected to die before the ambulance arrived. I'd never seen so much blood. The pain was damn near unbearable. The doctors said the bullet passed by my heart while it was on the inbound - or the bullet would have exploded the heart. Am I lucky or what?
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    Mar 14, 2012 12:05 AM GMT
    [quote][cite]EastCoastNAZ said[/cite]Wow, OP. Do they still not know how you got such a bad infection? Did it start as pneumonia, then spread to the rest of your body?

    I contracted a food-borne strain of E-Coli. I have no idea where or what I ate that caused it. It's ironic that I am a clean freak,eat healthy and take a holistic approach to health and happiness.

    But here's the scary part. The strain of e-coli I got is new...one that is classified as a dangerous new "superbug" which is basically resistant to most, if not all, antibiotics and treatments. The medical profession worldwide calls it the "canary in the coalmine" and warns that the overuse of anitibiotics has created a resistant strain. Health care professionals fear we have entered an age where there are no drugs to treat bacterial infections, a very real and scary scenario.

    I had excellent medical care, emotional support, and a fierce fighting spirit to live. Somehow, I survived. For many people, it is fatal. It poisons the organs in the body and sets off a chain reaction of organ failure. I have scars throughout my body from the tubes and machines that kept me alive while I was in a coma.

    I'm not panicking. Google it.
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    Mar 14, 2012 12:17 AM GMT
    KissingPro said

    Do you have a survival story?


    Mine was caused by Pride. I am in the navy. I was living on the west Coast in Beautiful British Columbia, living on a Navy base, eating the food at the barracks all the time. I have a serious fish allergy that kept getting triggered by careless cooks, cross contamination at the Salad Bar, and overall bad luck.

    I vowed to "live off the land", and as I had no oven/kitchen in my barracks, that involved hunting Pizza, Subway, Mcdo, and poutine. One time I was having Pizza, it was cross contaminated. I didn't want to call the Ambulance to the navy base, since most sailors are horrible gossips, so I decided it was a good idea to take my Epi-pen, walk off the base, walk up an immensely steep massive hill, and call for 911 infront of the 7-11 Gas Station.

    By the time the paramedics got to me, my throat had re-swollen so I could not breathe. By the time they figured out what the fuck was going on, and started administering the correct treatment, I had no heart beat, and obviously was not breathing.

    They brought me back, and I missed work the next day icon_sad.gif.
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    Mar 14, 2012 12:27 AM GMT
    I was 7 years old, and my cousin was driving me to go to a movie with her. Well as we were going into the turning section a drunk driver ran a red light and hit my side of her vehicle. We rolled 9 times and I flew out the front windsheild 30 feet from the vehicle, was rushed to the hospital and they said I had about a 20% chance of survival. Almost every bone in my body was crushed, they said I may never be able to move again. They did 24 surguries and stuck 72 plates in my body, and little by little all I could think about was I'm going to survive, I have to there is so many things I havent got to do yet. About the 4th month of being in the hospital I was able to walk with help, I just kept improving as time went on, I was released on the 7th month of being there, came out just an ordinary kid, with a dream of becoming a rock star. So here I am today trying to make that dream a reality icon_smile.gif.
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    Mar 14, 2012 12:34 AM GMT
    I wish you the best in your recovery and hope that it is a speedy recovery.

    I live with an irregular heartbeat. Last summer while swimming, the heart went out of rhythm and the defibrillator fired. If the hardware had not been working, this comment would not be in the post. I'm very grateful for having the bulge in my chest. The physical part of the event diminished to nothing within two days, but post traumatic stress syndrome seems to be lingering and tarnishing the emotional life.
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    Mar 14, 2012 12:36 AM GMT
    Only my close family members have had actual brushes with death... car accidents, with tremendous health and life consequences. But they pulled through.

    The closest I ever came was a cancer scare with "Lefty the testy testicle". Was swollen, and after an exam and ultrasound they couldn't rule out a tumour. Thankfully it was only an inflammatory process caused by varicoceles, but I was damned messed-up for three weeks while waiting for anti-inflammatories to work on the problem well enough to get a better scan.

    Congrats to all of the guys here who have survived far, far worse!
  • BmwKid92

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    Mar 14, 2012 12:54 AM GMT
    broke my clavicle bone after falling out of a 25foot Pine tree, the doctor said these words "2.3cm away from braking your neck, would have been instant death" ... Another is a tractor Trail ran over my moms geo with the back 4 tires with us in it on the highway. haha noone understands why we wernt crushed like ants
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    Mar 14, 2012 7:42 PM GMT
    Yep two.

    Surviving 22 yrs in the Marine Corps (and sometimes that wasnt easy or just pure luck)

    Survived a massive LAD (left anterior descending otherwise known as a 'widowmaker') at the ripe young age of 50!

    They say only the 'good die young'.. I guess I'm a mean old ornery cuss then!
  • socalisurfer

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    Mar 15, 2012 5:10 AM GMT
    Three times.

    One time skydiving accident, some guy who was 'coaching' me ended up colliding into me. I was knocked out for about 5k feet, came too and ended up deploying my main at around 1800 feet. Either way if I didn't come to, I have a device that would've deployed my reserve at 1000 feet. Still though pretty freaking scary.

    Second time. Driving back from school after taking finals, lady blew by a red light, t-boned my car, car wrapped around a light post. I was in the hospital and in an induced coma for 3 weeks. Broken ribs, and arm. Not a good way to start the summer. The paramedics and police officers who came to the crash thought they were going to pull a corpse out. The docs told my parents I had a 50/50 chance of survival and if I survived I would have some brain damage. I was out of the hospital in 5 weeks, 3 months later I was back to normal.

    Third time. Supposed to go on a vacation with a few friend to Costa Rica. Long story short, I had to pull out 2 days before since my dad had a heart attack and it was severe. Already bought the tickets and all. While my friends where in Costa Rica a plane they were on crashed and only one survived. Heres a brief story about em. http://www.nctimes.com/news/local/article_ef890dcf-95ea-5a96-a177-4a973f791ea8.html

    My three times, hopefully no more close calls in the future.

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    Mar 15, 2012 5:33 AM GMT
    at 17 i was driving home and got hit head on by a drunk driver at 70 mph. went throught the windsheild and face planted. i died twice on the way to the hospital but came back both times. was oin the hospital for 4 weeks and then a ok so i got lucky.
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    Mar 15, 2012 5:35 AM GMT
    climbing the alps.. nuff said..

    and o yeah, surfing in tropical storm swell.. my board did not survive.. nor did the cliffs... I did *thanks the sea and sky*
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    Mar 15, 2012 5:55 AM GMT
    most of mine involve automobiles in some way or another because i drive A LOT. In (slightly) jumbled order:

    Spun out in the rain on the 10 at 60mph (never put cheap tires on my car again). Did a full 720 (two full revolutions) then slid off the road, jumped an exit ramp and landed in a ditch. I was fine, car was fine. Ordered new tires next day and sold the cheap rubber the thing came with for cash.

    Spun out in the rain (again) on bald tires (lesson learned), jumped a curb and came within six feet of the bayou. Snapped the rear driver's trailing arm, bent the wheel and bent the trailing arm mount but i was fine.

    Got run off the road by a teenager in a BMW X5 talking on her cellphone at 45mph. Managed to time it right so i jumped the curb in someone's driveway. No damage but she just stopped, stared at me for five seconds and drove off. Reported to police but they refused to pursue it.

    Got run over on my bicycle by an old lady in a Town Car. She just sat in the car looking dumbfounded while i climbed off the hood and made sure my bike was okay (it was). Since there was no damage and it sounded like the engine was about to fall out of her car anyway, i left it at that.

    When I first bought my Roadster i wasn't used to driving without AntiLock Brakes. I knew how to threshold brake but in my old, ABS-equipped Civic. On campus the first week i was stuck behind this dumbass in a gold Corolla the whole way from home. Thank god because i was watching him like a hawk after the numerous near-misses he'd had with other drivers on the way. He got into the center turning lane and came to a stop and i drilled his front wheel with my eyes, waiting for him to turn back out into traffic. Well he did, but a lot later than i would've preferred. I locked up all four wheels in full glorious screech and came within a few inches of his bumper when he STOPPED in the middle of the street.
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    Mar 15, 2012 6:06 AM GMT
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  • CuriousJockAZ

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    Mar 15, 2012 6:59 AM GMT
    Wow, KissingPro...I am so sorry to read here about what you have been going through. It's crazy how we take our health for granted sometimes -- one minute feeling like you're on top of the world, the next near death. Thank God you were able to survive and you are on your way back. Best wishes to you for a rapid recovery.

    My closest brush with death was when I was a kid and my brother and I were getting on a helicopter in L.A. to go to Catalina Island with our dad. I didn't know there was a propellor on the back of the helicopter and went to run around the back to the other door like you would in a car. My dad saw me out of the corner of his eye and literally leaped through the air and yanked me back by my t-shirt inches from the blade. The scariest part was that my dad almost had a heart attack right there next to the helicopter. He turned white as a ghost and couldn't breathe for like 30 seconds and had to sit down. He didn't let me out of his sight the rest of the day and kept hugging me in almost tears every 10 minutes. Kids do the darndest things icon_eek.gif
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    Mar 15, 2012 7:28 AM GMT
    KissingPro said[quote][cite]EastCoastNAZ said[/cite]Wow, OP. Do they still not know how you got such a bad infection? Did it start as pneumonia, then spread to the rest of your body?

    I contracted a food-borne strain of E-Coli. I have no idea where or what I ate that caused it. It's ironic that I am a clean freak,eat healthy and take a holistic approach to health and happiness.

    But here's the scary part. The strain of e-coli I got is new...one that is classified as a dangerous new "superbug" which is basically resistant to most, if not all, antibiotics and treatments. The medical profession worldwide calls it the "canary in the coalmine" and warns that the overuse of anitibiotics has created a resistant strain. Health care professionals fear we have entered an age where there are no drugs to treat bacterial infections, a very real and scary scenario.

    I had excellent medical care, emotional support, and a fierce fighting spirit to live. Somehow, I survived. For many people, it is fatal. It poisons the organs in the body and sets off a chain reaction of organ failure. I have scars throughout my body from the tubes and machines that kept me alive while I was in a coma.

    I'm not panicking. Google it.


    Wow. You are a blessed survivor.
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    Mar 16, 2012 7:17 PM GMT
    The antibiotic resistant bacteria have been a serious predicted threat for decades, but only recently has threat been more widely manifesting itself. This new problem is a direct result of the overuse of antibiotics to treat minor infections and the like.

    While I've never had--fortunately--an experience anything so severe as life threatening as other posters have, I did have a variation on socalisurfer's "trip not taken". I was taking my final leave at a west London train station of an English old college roommate, as I was flying home to the States in a few days after having been living abroad. While visiting London daily, I had been staying with other friends in Reading, a commuter distance from London. I was planning to take the 5:30 train back to Reading. We really had said our final goodbyes, and he suggested I take the next earlier train at 5:10 than I'd planned to avoid the rush hour crush, which I did. On previous trips into London, I had always deliberately sat/stood in the front of the first carriage on the return to Reading, as it stopped most conveniently on the quay for exiting the Reading station. When I arrived at my friends' Reading home, they asked if I was OK, if I'd heard about the train wreck. A mishap of some sort resulted in a head-on collision of that 5:30 train with another train, and most of the people in the first half of the first carriage -- where I would have been -- were killed or severely injured. I don't ride in first carriages any more either.

    As an aside to this vignette, this former roommate turned out to be gay, a fact which I didn't know when he was a student in the US. When I'd arrived in London a short time earlier for my first visit there, unbeknownst to me, he was faced with coming out to me (I was not out). He chose a most fun and elegant way! After my arrival, we met initially for lunch and had a delicious wild game pot pie at a particular London pub. He then announced he was going to take me on a pub crawl to celebrate my first time in London, which we proceeded to do all afternoon, going from one place to another in those marvelous old big black London taxis. The final pub was in Camden Town that evening, at which point I had a good 0.1% BAC, I'm sure, at least. He was greeted in this pub by exuberant kisses from male friends of his. The penny dropped quickly! Only guys in the pub. I knew. No words were ever spoken about it. Life and the friendship went on as always.
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    Mar 17, 2012 2:18 AM GMT
    I cheat death every day. It's just part of my job.