Scariest day of your life?
every day that my son had neurosurgery-13 times. Thankfully he pulled through and is well today.
When I was 17 I had a panic attack that lasted 7 hours…I was convinced I was going to die any minute.
Everytime my son has heart surgery – 4 times. Today isn't so great, either – my dad is in heart surgery right now.
DAMD Tech – I was coming here to say my daughter's head injury and several neurosurgery – she's fine today and is finishing up her RV degree.
I was robbed at gun point at work a few years ago. I was OK during it but promptly lost my shit after they left the store.
My son(three at the time) falling and hitting his head, resulting in seizures. He was sent to 2 hospitals before they got him stabilized. I really thought I was going to lose him, or that he'd never be the same. He is a happy, healthy almost 8 year old
@Ms Cool–sending prayers for your dad !!
@Ms Cool – thinking of you and your papa. Hugs! (And also, I miss the minifig photo…)
Positive thoughts to your dad Ms Cool
When I was in the Navy on a ship we had an accident that claimed 3 lives…it was torture waiting to hear who was hurt and who was ok
9/11. Was working downtown in NYC and left my building to walk home. Was outside when the first tower fell. Without really knowing what the heck was going on, I literally had the moment of thinking "I might die today".
It's a little too personal, but my 2nd scariest moment was when I thought my son had a brain tumor & I didn't even have enough money to take him to a doctor. Thankfully he's fine.
Passed out twice due to massive blood loss through a bowel bleed, most likely caused due to my Crohn's Disease.
Luckily family was home and they heard me pass out in the bathroom because we have a plastic towel handle which i was holding onto when i passed out and snapped in half, not to mention not having brain damage cuz I banged my head on the tub when I went down. All the while blood still coming out of me.
Got help, called ambulance, when i got to the hospital while they were checking me in i passed out again.
As quick as it started, it stopped but i was laid up for about two weeks in the hospital; almost needed a blood transfusion.
Either i wasn't close to death or there isn't anything on the other side cuz all I remember is just darkness…..which to me just rattles me a little bit, well more than a little bit.
That was years ago and now I'm doing much better, if people out there have this, SEEK HELP.
I'm finally taking steady meds since it's ramped up in the past few years, HUMERA does wonders once you're a regular user also with a steady regimen of over the counter pills which i take: Fish Oil, Multivitamin, sub-lingual B12 and Align (Cant recommend this enough for those with Crohns/IBS/Lactose Intolerant).
My girlfriend stopped complaining about her once a month, whole weeks worth of cramps when she realized when things were bad i could cramp 2x as bad EVERYDAY for months most times.
Don't be a tough guy/girl, if you think you have this, or know you have it seek the insight of a G.I. Specialist, you will be thankful later on.
Although I am happy to at that my life has been pretty scare-free…this is nothing compared to what others have been thru
oops meant *week worth*, next to last sentence!
When I was 20 and home from college, my dad had a heart attack. I had to call the ambulance, calm my mom, call my sister to meet us at the hospital, and finally call my brother across the country to tell him that dad had passed. For the next few weeks my brother and I slept in the same room as mom, listening for every breath.
I grew up a lot that night.
@EmEyeKay – I added a new minifig photo!
Thanks everyone for the kind thoughts for my dad. It is hard being at home and not at the hospital but reading this site helps!
The stories on this thread are tough to read.
The day my newborn was transported to ICU by ambulance from our doctors office. He had RSV and luckily recovered quickly but nothing brings you to your knees faster than your 9lb baby being worked on by ten doctors.. Ahh!! Brings tears to my eyes just thinking about it!
Either the day we had the fire and our house burned down(and we barely made it out alive) or the day our 7 YR old son was diagnosed with leukemia.
never did I ever think that could happen on US soil
The day I overdosed and died in an ambulance on my way to ER. Obviously I was brought back…I've never looked at life the same since getting clean.
Trust it's worth not ignoring or playing a passive role, I just took a more active roll after just maintaining with a proper diet wasn't enough.
I do bounce back quickly, i had this since i was 18 and now I'm 34, my doctor was surprised after my latest flair up which lead me to my current treatment, because when they did an inflammation test from my blood work and normally between 20 to 50 is high, he said my levels were up to or past 350; i do not know the test or the details since he just summed it up for me, but that was THE MOST painful intestinal flair up I had, was a week in the hospital (2/3 months ago).
If you are in the NYC area i can recommend my wonderful GI doctor who works out of offices in Bronxville (makes rounds in Lawrence Hospital) and The Bronx.
When I was 22 some crazy drug addict broke into my apartment (thinking it was his). Huge, built dude. I came home from a night out and he beat the crap out of me in the bathroom. Still not sure how I got out of there, but somehow I did. The guy then went ballistic, destroyed my place and had to have like 10 cops take him down with tasers.
LOL, thanks for the trip down memory lane. Haha.
Definitely the day I came out, it was the scariest thing I've ever done. But I'm so glad I did, it ended up being no big deal & my life's so much better than it was before!
Going overseas. Wondering what was the last thing you told your family.
This years election was pretty scary too.
The day my mom died.The day my dad went in the hospital.9/11
December 21, 2012
9/20/95: The day my dad had a heart attack. I was 16 and got pulled out of French class. I went down to the office and the school secretary said someone was coming to take me to the hospital but I had no idea what she was talking about. She felt bad when she realized she had broken bad news to me. I suspected it was my dad but couldn't confirm until my brother's girlfriend arrived 30 minutes later to pick me up. Then the normally 15 minute drive to the hospital took twice as long b/c they were paving. It was terrifying.
8/13/12: I went in for a sonogram and non-stress test to figure out why Little Nom didn't feel like being born yet (he was 41 weeks). I only made it to the sonogram b/c they saw he was breech and there wasn't enough fluid to turn him. I'll never forget the doctor telling me, "You are going to go to the hospital right now. You will have a Cesaerean, your baby will be born today." Everything turned out fine. It was also the best day of my life.
The night my roommate's juicehead ex boyfriend came looking for her and her new boyfriend, with a hood over his face and a baseball bat shoved halfway up his sleeve. I was 17 and home alone. I moved out shortly thereafter but it took a long time before I stopped jumping everytime I heard someone outside the door. He didn't hurt me but it still scared the shit out of me.
I was 7 and staying with my brother at our grandparents (mums side). There was a big storm while we were asleep & when we woke up we found out that the house had collapsed around us. There was one room left standing & we couldn't get out because it was a stilt house & the stairs had gone. I am scared of heights & we got rescued by ladder. The ladder rescue scared me more than knowing the house had collapsed.
On April 9, 2009 I was struck by a pickup truck. His driver's side headlight slammed into the driver's side door. The car was then propelled into a telephone pole. I was cut out of the car. I thank God that my daughter, who would have been in the car with me, was still at school.
Last year the week before Christmas — 2am and my house was on fire. And I had house guests.
3/19/12 – The day my brother killed himself with a shotgun and my parents and niece and nephew found him minutes after it happened. That was bad enough but then my nephew disappeared and his bedroom door was locked and he wouldn't answer. I was terrified that he had done something to himself. I actually kicked a hole in his bedroom door with my heels and then knocked the door down with my shoulder. I searched the entire room and couldn't find him. He came running in and said he had been in the garage with his friend. I couldn't stop sobbing and shaking.
The day my 6 day old son nearly died. Every other day he spent in the hospital after that is tied for a close 2nd place.
I live in Minnesota where, as you all know, we have really cold winters. When my son was in kindergarten, his school day ended at noon. I was a work-at-home journalist and I needed some extra time a couple of days a week to have meetings and do interviews, so two days a week, my son went to "Adventure Club," which was held at his school, until 4 pm so I could get work done.
One of those days, I had several meetings scheduled outside the house. I was planning to pick him up at the school at 4 as usual. But on this particular day, for some reason, all of those meetings got canceled and I was home.
At about noon, I heard somebody knocking at my front door. When I answered it, I was horrified to find it was my son. His teacher screwed up and instead of taking him to Adventure Club after school, she put him on the bus to come home.
It was 30 below zero that day. Nobody in our lakeside neighborhood was home at noon. My son was 5 years old. Had my meetings not been canceled, what would he have done? Where would he have gone?
The thought of this regularly wakes me up at night, 15 years later. Even writing it down now sends a literal chill through me.
The day I went into anaphylactic shock from eating peanuts. I was in my 20's, at work, and had no idea what was happening. My co-workers said when the paramedics put me on the stretcher I was blue. (BTW, allergies can come on suddenly. I'd eaten peanuts the day before with no ill effects. So be careful!)
This past Monday, when I had to tell my daughter that her best friend, the man she had loved since she was 12 was found dead. She had already lost 5 friends in the past 3 years and is very fragile. I was so terrified that this would send her over the edge. It hasn't yet, but I'm still terrified.
The day my mom had bypass surgery, I've never felt such stress and fear. Sending your dad good thoughts, Ms. Cool. Been there.
when i heard the judge say she was ordering the kids back to my ex. CPS had already been called by their promary MD, the ER, their teachers, and my kids were scared of him and terrified of being sent to live with him. my atorney said it was just punish me, for leaving w/ no notice. and in the end it only lasted 11 weeks, while the custody evaluation was done. but saying to my kids, "your dad REALLY wants another shot at being a good dad. and the judge thinks thats a good idea, so you get to go live with daddy in a couple of weeks", very difficult.
and knowing what i know now, i was right to be scared. he and his family were abusive to the kids the entire time. and when i went to the first custody exchange, after the evaluation where he lost custody; that was he day he tried to kill me. just writing this was hard. my one child about had a break down when i told them they weregoingback to him, and i had to keep it together and not show my fear. our court system SUCKS (have i mentioned that?)
Every. Single. Day. In 2009, I returned to school mid-career to earn my Master's. Since graduating, I have only been able to secure two temporary positions and am currently unemployed. I have been to so many interviews, most of which I am over-qualified, but still nothing. I get all dressed up, drive downtown, pay to park, smile and charm my tail off only to get an email a month later that someone else was chosen. Only those in my situation understand. Everyone else says, "Just take anything." Well, I have but those jobs don't go anywhere, take up room on my resume, and don't give me a reference. My friends that are older than me don't even get a second glance. It is that bad out there, people. It is not getting better. Don't believe the news.
Honey West – do you still suffer from panic attacks? If not, what helped you?
Feburary 17, 2011. I was a stupid 22-year-old college student coming home from the bars pretty wasted with some friends. We were all too drunk to realize that our friend who drove was pretty drunk himself and way too intoxicated to drive. Of course, we had the drunchies and decided to go to Denny's, only a quick trip one exit away on I75.
I don't know why he was going this fast, but K, my friend that was driving, decided to go over 100 miles per hour once we got on the interstate. He didn't slow down when it was time to exit, overcorrected his hatchback, and we rolled 5 times into the grass before we came to a stop upside down.
Thank god none of the 3 other people in the car got hurt, but I wasn't so lucky. Because I was leaning over on my boyfriend at the time, I got really hurt. I broke 5 ribs, one of the ribs punctured my lung, a broken nose, and my neck also fractured a tiny bit. If my neck fractured just a millimeter more, I would've been a quadriplegic. I spent about a week in the hospital. I healed up pretty nice because of how young I am, but I still suffer aches and pains that will grow worse as I grow older.
Not a day goes by without thinking about the accident that changed my life forever. I learned that being young does not make you invincible and life can be over in a flash. I don't think anyone can understand that unless they've been in a life-threatening situation. My friend K spent a week in jail, and that DUI will ALWAYS be on his record. Imagine graduating from college with that. I also suffered from survivor's guilt and had to go to therapy, because people from my college died from non-drinking related car accidents, and I felt guilty that I lived from being so stupid. I still do, but I treasure life everyday.
PLEASE don't ever drink and drive, or get into a car with a drunk driver. It's not worth it.
TracySwingKid, what did you major in?
Let me start off by saying that my mother is mentally unstable. It was April of 1987. My mother had a habit of hiding things in the kitchen so she could beat on me for not finding it. She would set the timer and I was supposed to find it before the timer went off. It was a sick game of hers. On that day, I had enough. I was 17 at the time. I ran out the back door. My mother followed me with her loaded 38 special. She was ready to shoot me for running out of the house. I ran down the road and hid in a culvert. I saw her run past and I ran to find my father. I slowed down enough to tell him she was trying to kill me. I hid for a few hours. When I arrived back home, my mother acted like nothing had happened. Just one day in what I remember as my crazy childhood.
(((((HUGS))))) to everyone posting on this.
I have several.
The one we didn't know what the massive tumor in my son's arm was until it was path'd in surgery. After a long summer and countless tests and specialists, we still didn't know, but had to be perpared to have his arm amputated above the shoulder if it was cancer. How do you wrap your mind around something like that? thankfully it was just a mass and not cancer. He is just about to turn 16 now.
Valentine's day 2005. I took my first born son to the dr's. He had just gotten over a stomach bug, gotten glasses and just didn't look well. Taking his stats, our Doctor found something wrong with his heart. I had to run home and get hubby, our son was so sick, that our Doctor wouldn't let him leave the office, just in case he had a heart attack.
They ran some more tests, confered with a specialist and he was deem okay to go home, with the understanding that he might have to be admitted into the ER for 'rehydration'. It was also discussed that he might be transported by an ambulance up to Cooks Children's Hospital the next day. Just in case something happened on the trip.
We got a call to go to the ER and his bloodpressure was incredibly low, except when stuck with a needle. And I thought it was strange that a doctor came in and said something about kidneys. I overheard the nurses talking about a careflight, and I joked with my son about taking a helicopter flight up to Ft Worth.. Turns out it was for him. They tried to get one big enough for me or my husband to ride in with him, but a massive head trauma got that. That night we had to put our son on a careflight without one of us on it, and they flew away. We live about 1 1/2 hours from Ft Worth, and it was the longest 1 1/2 hour car trip I ever have been on.
Turns out it was an undiagnosed case of strep that was shutting his kidneys down. A week later he was allowed to come home. I learned the hard way he and my daughter are strep resistant and now know, cultures must be grown instead of the insta swap. He is turning 18 in a few days and a Senior in high school now and very healthy.
*so far nothing with my daughter YAY*
07/17/2008 Me. Landed in the ER due to a kidney stone. Never had a kidney problem in my life. The doctor came into my room after my CT scan, and said they found a mass in my right kidney. 2 1/2 months after my Uncle lost his battle with Kidney Cancer. My surgery to remove my right kidney was 3 months and 1 day after his death.
I would gladly go through it a million times to remove the fear my kids had during this time. It was hard to convince them that people do survive cancer, especially kidney cancer.
Of course all of this could change when I get into the car to teach my kids how to drive =:0
The day my daughter was born. I honestly thought that either my daughter was going to die or I was going to die.
The day my sister was murdered. That plus the next decade .
Oh pog, so so sorry!!!!!!
I too have Crohn's and take Humira. I've been rather flippent about taking my Asacol (as things are not flaring) but after reading your story, I think I'll be more reliable. Thank you for sharing.
My dad is in recovery and doing well. Thanks everyone for the well wishes. These stories are really tough.
When my 10 mth old daughter had a seizure…I thought she was going to die…scared isn't even the word…It was just due to a high temp and I found out later fairly common…I don't scare easy but I was in hysterics…my heart's pounding just thinking of it again..
Well what i was going to post doesnt seem so bad now after reading these stories. A big warm hug and a shoulder to cry on to each one of u.
Two days: Back in 95 I was working at a Subway one night making sandwiches and minding my own business when we got robbed at gunpoint. I remembered seeing the guy come around in front of the glass windows in front of the store wearing a big Dallas Cowboys parka with a fur-trimmed hood. It was December but I lived in Memphis and thought 'it isn't that cold out'. Sure enough he pulled a mask down as he opened the door and then started waving a gun around and barking orders. I remember looking at the gun, a little Raven .25 pistol, and thinking that he couldn't kill me with that thing if he wanted to. And then I looked him right in the eyes, which is when I got scared. It was clear that he didn't care if I made it home that night and that was terrifying. He ended up coralling 5 of us into a walk-in cooler, shooting one of my co-workers in the leg (we think the gun went off accidentally and it went through the edge of the cooler door before lodging just under the skin above his shin bone). He got away with about $35. I never even went back to get my paycheck. I tried working nights again at a different store but I would have a panic attack any time someone came in in a heavy coat. To this day I do not sit with my back to the door and I give a very good look at everyone that comes and goes when I am in public to assess whether they might be a threat.
The second is the day my son was born. No drama there, he had a relatively easy natural birth. But once everyone left the room and it was just his mom and me with him I was terrified. Who the hell thought making me responsible for another human was a good idea? It has worked out though, he is 12 now and my favorite person on earth.
A pedophile tried to snatch my then 11-year old nephew. My nephew escaped and ran home safely. Unfortunately, the pedophile also escaped. My blood still runs cold whenever I think about it.
A simple but profound lesson about there always being someone who is worse off than you.
Peace and comfort to all of you.
The day my then 5yo son woke up and could barely walk. Took him to ER and found out he had a large brain tumor. He had to have emergency surgery. Some of it's still there, but he has annual MRIs now to watch its progress. He was very lucky.
The day we learned that my 20 year old son was missing.
Two weeks ago when my ex boyfriend grabbed me and slammed me against the wall in his bedroom for 'not shutting the eff up'. He had never done anything like that before.
Last week my chest and shoulders were covered in bruises & I still am not sleeping well. Having night terrors about it. Glad to be away from him, his drug addiction and any chance of being roughed up again.
Well wishes and blessings to all of you that have been through the ringer. Some of these stories are truly frightening. And best wishes to all of the people with family in the hospital/in recovery.
Finding out I had malignant cancer after a routine operation and having my 1st thought run to my 4 year old daughter and her being w/o me. I'm better now, btw.
Many Hugs Olivia, I cannot begin to imagine your pain.
Hope you are ok now
I couldn't make it to the end of the comments without crying. Everyone here is so strong, I hope that your pain fades and your scars heal. I'll be thinking of everyone tonight. It seems selfish to enjoy myself when so many are suffering.
The day my younger brother was born was terrifying. I helped deliver him, pulled him into this world. And I will never forget looking down at him, and loving him so much, and realizing something was horribly wrong. He spent 10 days in the NICU and it is the only time I have ever prayed. Seeing all of those tiny babies, some of them dying, all of them bathed in the blue lights of monitors and heat lamps in the night. I was so scared that something I loved could be taken from me.
Another scary moment was when my best friend almost died. She had fainted before, but nothing serious. One night we were smoking pot with some friends and I had given her one of my anxiety pills. I felt her grab my arm and the second I looked into her eyes I knew something was wrong. She started seizing so I tried to help her the best I could without hurting her. After 20 seconds she started making a weird gasping noise, then gurgling. I started to realize she wasn't breathing and then she suddenly stopped moving. Totally still, lifeless. Thank god only seconds later she took a huge gulp of air and came too. I will never, ever forgive myself for giving her my medication. I can't help but feel that I caused it.
That is a great someone was looking out for you & your fam story!
You are not alone. I just hold on to the thought that we WILL get there….one day.
@csproat Thanks. I am fine and survived childhood. My whole childhood was scary. That was just the day I had finally had enough. My life was hell with my parents, but I know there are worse ones out there. This is a bit therapeutic. It feels nice to unload to strangers. I have read the post and group hug to you all.
@Janet296Where is your mother now? Stories like that are why I can't watch the news or read a newspaper without breaking down in tears.You sound like you've made it successfully to the other side. You are a survivor, a warrior and an inspiration to me an othersMay you break the cycle, and live a fruitful and joyous life
Sweet Jesus people…love, hugs, peace and strength to all of you. There is a hell of a lot of strength in this CDAN crew! I have a few – the day I found out I had ovarian cancer – the day of the surgery to get rid of it(and all my girly insides at the age of 28) The night my roommate tried to kill me and then every time he stalked for the next year until I dropped off the grid and lived "underground" for 3 years. and 9/11.
The worst moment of my life was handing my sweet 5 day old baby boy over for surgery, knowing he had a 50/50 shot of making. Looking back I can see the positive of the 50 to make it unlike a 10 or 20, but in those moments I could only think of the loss. We were very lucky and he is fine now.
Much love to you, fellow CDANers. It's amazing to read how strong all of you truly are.
Yeah I can't read these. Sorry guys.
@Sunny My mother is still at the same location. As twisted as it sounds, I love my mother but was always angry with my father. My mother was certifiably crazy and my father was a dick who didn't stop her most of the time. Anyway, I am happily married woman with one daughter. I have broken the cycle. Life is good for me. Hope all of you are there as well.
I want to hug all of you for a very long time, in my long life I have not met such a courageous group of people. A kiss on the forehead and a long nana hug to all.
Hugs to everyone. These stories shocked me, made me cry (even though I don't know you) and made me think about how grateful I am today.
Scariest day(s): when my daughter was born at 25 w, 1 lb. 14 oz. Then, the roller coaster ride of times she coded–sometimes while we held her–hearing about all the disabilities she would likely have, the time I got the phone call that she had pulled out her IV and nearly bled to death. The surgeries on her heart, eyes, stomach, and cranium. Then, at 13 months, life-fighting to Miami Children's Hospital with RSV, seeing the paramedics' give each other a worried look en route.
In spite of all this terror– and it is true terror– and in spite of the doctor who told us she would probably have intellectual/developmental disabilities, CP, epilepsy, and all the other things he prognosticated, she is a beautiful (but scarred) 7-year-old who is a gifted child. Our miracle.
I still have panic attacks when she starts a cough…
I was just diagnosed, after years of wondering why I would get so sick I couldn't eat for days at a time. My doctor prescribed an anti-depressant (to increase serotonin in the gut, and also bc she thought I was OCD), an anti-cholinergic to stop spasms, and an anti-nausea med. I kept asking to see a GI doc. I finally did. I had a genetic test that showed 3 out of 4 markers for Crohn's. I've been on Apriso and am mostly better. I've been putting off the GI scopes because I'm a nursing mom and want to wait, but your story scares me. Maybe I need to push that up? I also need to be consistent about taking meds…Thanks to both of you for sharing, and be well!
Sorry, I have no idea why this posted 4 annoying times. I hit the button once. Just once.
First, (((((HUGS))))) to all of you!
9/11 for terror on an 'end of the world terror' scale, or at least end of the world as we knew it.
Personal Terror: I was in a bank when a man, Cool Guy ['CG'] strolled in with a machine gun. Calm, cool and super collected. He told us he didn't want to kill any women or children but didn't mind if he killed some men or LE officers. But how choosy are you going to be with a machine gun?
Said he was there to redistribute the wealth. At that point i found myself devoutly wishing for someone with a Sat. Night Special who wanted all the money for himself so he could enjoy it later.
CG strolled out w/a full bag of money, and was caught after a full-blown 'shooting out the window' car chase by CG and LE for a couple of miles down the interstate. He was trying to get back to his room in a high rise that was completely loaded chock-a-block w/weapons/ammo/survival supplies. CG ran off the interstate, rolled his car, was taken into custody and much later killed himself in jail.
Do i care if he got due process and a fair trial? Actually, i think he got due process as far as he went in the judicial system. And 'No', i don't care if he wasn't guarded well enough to keep himself from committing suicide.
Up Close & Really Personal Terror: My SO jacked his BAC up so high that he went out to Never Never Land and decided that I needed to be taught a lesson [All of this unknownst to me; i wasn't home]. He attacked me when i walked in the door. After running all over the place, taking him down w/a couple of judo moves, he finally tackled me and beat the living daylights out of me. Bye Bye.
@TracySwingKid, This has finally broken me. I'm one of those older persons you referenced. Believe me, I know the drill of sending in your resume/CV to literally hundreds of potential employers, and hearing a month later by e/m that someone else has gotten the job. Or, you never get an acknowledgement that your resume/CV was received.
Those employers are in the cat bird seats; they receive so many responses, and they have no need to be courteous to the losers who don't match their criteria.
So, yeah, i'm bitter and angry. I DO have something to contribute; i've proved myself through a very successful career [believe me, no bench marks are supplied in response to Enty's question], but i'm being ruled out in a market flooded by many 'needy' applicants even though I'm willing to work for far less than the 'going rate'.