When I woke up, I was laying straight in the bed, covers on and a nurse on each side of me. My husband was standing at the end of the bed. I heard the nurse whisper to the other nurse, "Her BP is 80/44." I asked them, "Why is my blood pressure so low?" She said, "That's normal for your condition."

I cannot explain the look on my husbands face, but he did look scared.

They finally got the results from the blood test that they took that morning, that I have no memory of.

Then my Doctor came in. His back was facing me at the end of my bed. As he turned around, he said, "We have some alarming news. Your blood count has dropped to  5.4." He knew nothing about me or what I knew. He just thought I was some ignorant housewife. When I heard those numbers, I scooted backwards in the bed and said in somewhat of a loud voice, "Oh God, please don't let me die!"  Later on when I was out of the hospital and had a follow up visit at his office, he said to me, "Your words will ring in my ears forever!"

Another nurse came to the door and my doctor had asked her "How many units of blood do they have." I think she said 7.  By this time, I kept telling them that I felt like I was dying! I remember one of the nurses said to me, "We take someone seriously when they say they feel like their dying. I remember saying it over and over.

They rushed me into emergency surgery. All I remember was the same anesthesiologist said, "Sherry, do you remember me from yesterday?" And then I was out. And no, I didn't remember.

I found out later they had given me 6 units of blood and 2 units of fresh frozen plasma. I've heard they only give fresh frozen plasma to shock patients.

When I woke up, I was in so much pain! My husband was still there with me. I don't remember being in the recovery room at all.

Finally, after I pass out, go into shock, they get the results of the blood tests back, they believed me!! They were stunned to say the least.

I had IV's hooked up to me, potassium, lipids, and I cannot remember the other ones. I think there were 2 more.

They told me later, after I was stable, which took several days that if I had of went home, I would have died. Some of the nurses asked me, "How did you know?" Well, I don't know how I knew, but I did.  One nurse told me that they rarely take a patient 'home' with them. They were trained that way. But one nurse had told me that when she got home, she couldn't stop thinking of me.

I never saw the Psychiatrist again!

I made a complaint about the nurse in the 'out patient' recovery for saying what she did. The president of the hospital came to my room and said, "We'll just chalk it up to a bad hair day!" I was so drugged up, I didn't say very much after that.

My husband was with me every day. He helped take care of me. He washed my hair for me, and shaved my legs for me!

The doctor told me that they had snipped many areas where I had scar tissue and adhesion's. They said that I was bleeding in about 100 different places! He had told me it would have been much easier if I was bleeding in just one area instead of so many areas. The blood was ouseing out slowly into my abdomen. My doctor told me that they had to cauterize in about 100 different places!

They did save my life! I was grateful for that! But I never saw a GYN again! The good thing about this, is that I never smoked again! That was just over 18 years ago!  I did thank the doctors who nearly let me die for saving my life.

It says some where in the Bible that if you cry out loud to God, He will hear you. He heard me that day for sure! The Lord was with me every step of the way!

My sweet husband took such good care of me when I got to go home. He hated seeing me like that. He was my rock and I loved him dearly for taking such good care of me.

Until next time....