In two days it will be the one year anniversary of my near death experience. I was holed up in the Geisinger ICU for 3 days with my (soon to be) ex-husband blocking my friends and family from seeing me because he set up a passcode no one had.
Four people came to visit me or knew where I was: Harold Jenkins, my Mother, Heather Johnson and Rich. Rich came to visit me exactly 2 times. Once after the surgery and once to pick me up and bring me home. I received no flowers or cards except from Christopher Mele (A NYT EDITOR and Pocono Record alum).
Rich was taken off all of my Medical Records through Geisinger, but was somehow allowed to setup a passcode for visitors on my behalf? Not ok.
The only reason the others were able to get in was because they knew my middle name. The correct one. Not the one I tell people. At any rate. I wrote a will and last testament up after this, because no man will have the ability to pull a plug on me ever again. See ya.
I very much credit the first responders including David Rittenhouse of the SWVY ambulance company for saving my life. I was unable to drive myself to the ER and my “husband” (air quotes) was still passed out drunk from the previous night. Gabby Davies called 911 for me.
I’m just happy to be alive this Memorial Day weekend. That is all. Thanks for listening and for those who have helped me throughout my difficult times over the last year. You truly are good friends and I don’t know if I deserve you.
My diagnosis ended up being a perforated lower intestine. No reason was given as to why it happened. It slipped past 2 dentists, WVHCS ER and Geisinger once before it was caught and was diagnosed as a medical emergency. Two surgeries later I was finally "ok" again.
PS: Here's your proof, FWIW.
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