Gramps Aneurysm Report

My mother had picked me up after school. On our way home, we passed by the school where both my uncle Beto worked. There was an ambulance there and we thought maybe a teacher had an accident. Shortly after we get a phone call from my aunt Ana, it turned out that my uncle suffered a heart attack while working. No one saw him while he collapsed, until moments later a teacher saw him laying on the floor, shaking, trying to breathe. My mom and I rushed to the school to see how my uncle was responding to the paramedics. My aunt was already there, we had to take her to the hospital because EMS wouldn’t let her drive while she was still in shock. It was hard to see how the paramedics were trying to help him

One night in January, I couldn't sleep and it was 4am and then out of the blue I got a call from my sister.. At first all I had was questions, “What do you mean his organs are shutting down?” And then she said it-- grandpa’s dying. She called telling me that our grandpa, who was battling cancer on and off for eight years,

Uncle Jake and Aunt Leah were playing golf last week. On the sixth hole, Jake told Leah that he was having unusual pain in his left arm and chest. All of a sudden he felt weak and complained that his shirt was much too tight. A dentist playing one hole behind them examined Jake and found he was short of breath, pale, and sweating. He called 911 on his cell phone and told Jake to lie down and wait for the ambulance. The paramedics rushed Jake to the hospital where he was evaluated by a cardiologist. The tests showed that he had four clogged arteries. He was scheduled for surgery the next day.

I was released from the hospital at 2am to recover but my grandmother had to stay in ICU which lead to a very rough 2-3 months before she recovered, she had a blood clot that sent her back to ICU where she passed away but luckily the doctors brought her back to life. After another month she was sent to Athens hospital for the rest of her recovery, adding up a total of 7 months in the hospital and during

multiple doctor visits due to additional heart and connective tissue complications that came with the

My grandpa died of Cardiac Arrest, where a sudden stop of blood flow fails due to the heart. At that time that I received the news from my family in Guatemala, I didn’t know how to react. Whether I should be sad and cry or stay quiet and give my condolences. All I knew is that it really hurt my family and they wanted to be with him. My grandma thought of something, booking a flight to Guatemala as soon as possible for his funeral. She decided to take me, my aunt and cousin. They were the only ones who really wanted to go in my family living in Los Angeles.

Weeks turned into months, the good news was always the best. It made me feel like i was on top of the world. But the sad part is to this day the don't know what is wrong with him. When they took him out of the coma he very slowly started to heel. They move him into a much large room and they didn't have to keep the lights off all the it was bright and fresh and it didn't have that sad tone to it. The first time walking into the his new room my heart exploded. He was sitting. His frail spain held him up, with support of a few pillows. I look over at my mom and just smiled. That was a special day Liam wasn’t aloud to eat food but we fed him ice cube which doesn’t sound like much but it was great to know that i could help him in anyway. He continued to become more healthy. My sister called my mom and told her that we will be having to have surgery to amputate hands fingers and its toes. that was the most horrid thing I've ever heard I was shocked. Soon my mom received another phone call it was my sister saying that the doctors have decided to move Liam into the burn unit. He stayed a couple of months in the burn unit. At that point the doctors still

He underwent major back surgery which with a miracle it was a huge success and got him back on his feet. After a long recovery process from the surgery and still battling this illness we finally found out what was wrong. He is one of four people in the world to have a illness called perm disease. The best feeling in the world was when they came out and told me they have found the problem and that it was treatable. After sending his blood work all the way to London UK, they found it. It was a miracle. To look at him then I was bracing myself to say goodbye. Leaving him in the hopsital in a different city every night was tougher than imaginable. But, looking at him today it's like nothing happened he's back to normal. Through this process I talked to many doctors, nurses, family and friends.

I was absolutely devastated when I got the news, because he was always there when I needed someone, and he was always willing to listen to the pointless drama my family and I ramble on about. His death was really hard for me to accept, because I had just started to get really close to him before he got sick. My Poppa was admitted into the hospital when he began to have issues with his breathing, and things just went downhill from there. He never went out anymore, and we hardly ever got to see him after he got sick. I still remember the day I got told he passed away. I just got a new haircut, and then my braces got put on. My mom said we were going to go see him that night, but we got held up at an event and never made it over to his house. The next day, my sister and I were sitting at the kitchen table when my dad came into the house. Immediately I could tell something was wrong because my dad had a long face, and he looked drained. He told us that he had some terrible news. I automatically thought he had gotten fired from his job, because I didn’t want to think about the worst possible thing that could have happened. My dad told us the news and I broke down almost instantly. I didn’t know what to do, because whenever something bad happened I would call him and he would tell me how to handle it. My family and I have grown a lot from this experience, we are closer now, and we confide in each

He was generous, he made sure that his nieces and nephews, should not lack anything. I remember taking me to vacations, buying me gifts, paying my tuition and buying toys for kids. One day I spent a night in my uncle’s house, in the morning I overheard him arguing with his wife. I didn't had an idea why they were arguing. He left home for work. After two hours, I heard the house phone ringing and I answered the phone, the call was from my uncle’s job. They told me my uncle was rushed to the hospital. I went to the hospital upon my arrival the nurse told me that he is no more. It was brain aneurysm got

My three generational pedigree revealed significant heart disease on both my maternal and paternal side. I have long known that my mother’s side of the family had significant history of stroke, heart disease and diabetes. My mother has always said that the women have strokes and the men have heart attacks. I knew my uncle Raymond passed away before my grandparents, I thought he was in his fifties, however discovered that he was only 49 years old. I do wonder how long he would have lived had his heart disease been postponed by ten years; while CABG was available at the time it was associated with high mortality. My mother had previously told me that due to Raymond being catholic at the time they would not consider coming to UIHC for the procedure and would need to travel to the east coast (Pittsburg I believe she said ) to undergo the CABG.

X-rays were taken as well as several tubes of blood to investigate the cause of his pain. Mom and I sat next to Dad with the oncologist three weeks before Christmas.

A 42-year-old woman in her third trimester of an otherwise uncomplicated pregnancy was referred with suspected fetal right ventricular (RV) structural abnormality. A fetal echocardiogram found a moderate-sized, broad-based outpouching from the RV anterior wall. Infant was born at 40 weeks gestation (birth weight 3.7 kg) and was asymptomatic with a normal electrocardiogram. Echocardiography demonstrated a poorly contracting, thin walled aneurysm of the basal, anterior RV free wall with qualitatively moderately depressed global RV dysfunction. Cardiac magnetic resonance (CMR) examination was requested to better characterize the lesion and quantify ventricular size and function.

I remember this case as today, because he was so young, but my grandfather felt betrayed and that he was losing his time and medication with this patient. My grandfather stood up, was hearing his heart with a stethoscope, and one indication for him to hear

At the checkup, my grandmother was telling the doctor about what was going on. The doctor asked her to do a