First, let me say BLESS YOU DR. PHIL for putting on a show about MRSA. Please Please consider doing another show in the near future that talks about VRSA and VRE as well as MRSA. I am not sure if the point that there is 2 different kinds of MRSA out there. There is CA-MRSA which is known as the community bacteria known to get in schools, prisons, nursing homes ect., which, I believe actually has 3 different strains now. Then there is the HA-MRSA, which, is the hospital borne bacteria. I really think that needs to be expounded on Dr. Phil. Another misnomer from the show is the fact that MRSA is not a virus it is a bacterium. If it was a virus antibiotics would not work on it at all.
I also want to say I am so so sorry for all of you that have MRSA or have gone through the loss of a family member with it. It is an awful illness for anyone to deal with. I put you all in my prayers and blessings, and hope that you do not have non-curable MRSA.
Now this is my MRSA/VRSA story.
My name is Debbie, and I am a 50 yr old marine wife and mother of 7 children and 14 grandchildren. I have written to you for years Dr Phil, and also to Oprah begging you to put on a show about MRSA and VRSA. In 1995 I was a 33 yr old college student working on my AA. It was finals week, and I took home my 40lb book bag to study. While at home I bent down to pick up my 40lb book bag and felt a bad pull in my back. After studying for 4 hours I tried to get up, and couldn't. I was in so much pain, and took some Motrin before bed. In the morning I was suppose to drive for the carpool. I could not walk, more or less drive, however, it was finals week, and I was taking my tests no matter how much pain I was in. When I got to the college they brought out their wheelchair so I could get around campus. I did finish one test in tears, and from there the Dean would not let me stay. My friends took me to a Chiropractor who took x-rays before he would consider touching me. He told me he was pretty sure I had a ruptured disc, and there was nothing he could do for me at the time. He suggested I go straight to the ER so I could get a referral to the closest hospital. I did do that, and after 5 yrs of physical therapy, steroid injections in my back 3 times a month, E-Stem treatments including a portable one I wore everyday, hot cold compresses, and anything else they could think of besides surgery; nothing seemed to work well, and my legs kept becoming numb. One day I was walking down an outside flight of stairs, and my leg went numb gave out and I fell to the bottom where I broke my ankle( lucky that was all I broke I did mess up my back more though).I was sent to a doctor that I did not like a lot. He set and put a cast on my leg, and when I asked him about surgery ideas for my back he said “The rupture and pain was all in my head", and he would not refer me to anyone. However, he did say he would tell me the name of a surgeon he knew, but it was up to me to get an appointment with him without a referral. I called the surgeon on a Tuesday and told him my story. On Friday the same week I was in his office finding out about my L-4 L-5 surgery that would take place in one week from then. I asked his assistant what was the worse thing that could happen to me , and he said "Die of Course" , and we both laughed ( not sure why though), and then he said "oh and you could get an infection , however that’s 1 in a million. Well folks meet the 1 in a million woman, even though, I know now that’s not even close to being true. I ended up with something called VRSA, which, is Vancomycin-resistant Staphylococcus aureus. I guess I just realized tonight not many people are as lucky as me to have this illness (being very sarcastic) .I had routine L-4 L-5 back surgery (partial laminectomy ) in March 1999, and ended up with a hospital borne staff and strep infection known as MRSA. MRSA is "The Best Known Kept Secret”, and there has been a "Code of Silence" when it comes to talking about it. Back in 1999 no one wanted to tell me I had MRSA, however, a nurse came sneaking in my room one night after I had spent 4 months in the hospital, and told me what MRSA was ,and told me to get a lawyer. She said she would never admit to telling me as she would lose her job, and she had children to raise.
After having my routine back surgery I went home 48 hours later less 1 tooth in my mouth, however, they were nice enough to put it in my hand so, when I woke up from surgery I could see it. I still to this day can not figure out what happened to me in back surgery that could cause my front tooth that was actually permanently screwed in my mouth to end up in my hand, and no one ever explained why. I still to this day have no front tooth due to any dental insurance, and the hospital would not pay for it to be replaced. Also I am down to only 11 teeth, because they all seem to be rotting away from the infection I have. The 11 I have left are broken or infected, and I can not do anything about that either, because no dentist I have talked to will touch me with VRSA.
Anyway, within in 1 day home from the hospital I was picking roses in my backyard; the surgery was a SUCCESS. I was so happy that I was going to get my life back. However, two weeks later sitting on my couch with my kids I felt this liquid dripping out of the patch on my back, it was a bright runny greenish orange color it did not look right to me and thank god I followed my woman’s intuition and called the hospital (which was a civilian hospital almost 2 hours from my house on the base). I was told to stay still that they were sending the “life flight” to pick me up. I became very scared wondering what was so wrong with me that would cause them to fly me in a helicopter to the hospital. I called my husband and he was home before the life flight got there so, he threw me in the car, and drove like a bat out of hell to get me there. When we got to the hospital they asked my name, and when I said my name they had me on a gurney and stripping me down the hall under a blanket on the way to the Operating Room, talk about being afraid I had no idea what was happening to me. I later found out that the life flight would have been an hour late due to a fatal car accident on the highway. If my husband had not driven me to the hospital when he did I would not be writing this to you now I would be DEAD as I had severe “Septicemia”( bacteria in the blood) and my body was going into septic shock; this also caused me to have Chronic Osteomyelitis ( an infection in my bones) .
From that day forward I spent a better part of a year in the hospital on the IV antibiotic known as “Vancomycin”. Anyone who has been on this antibiotic knows how painful it is. The IV drips very slow for an hour, and it burns very bad the whole time. It burns so bad that it actually burns your veins away, and thank god we have new ones that grow back or I would not have any in my arms now. I was on three different regiments of Vancomycin that year, and due to having so much of the antibiotic the MRSA became immune to the Vancomycin, which, is how I ended up with VRSA, and VRSA is very rare I have been told .
After having 2 major back surgeries to try to clean up the MRSA I started throwing up blood with a 104 temp, and the doctors realized my gall bladder was so infected with gangrene it started to burst, and I almost died on the table. After recovering from the gall bladder surgery I was sent home on 10 different kinds of medication where I spent another 7 months on a PIC line in a hospital bed where I almost died twice during that time frame. I was in a wheelchair over 2 years.
I really wish I could take a picture of my back and show you how the illness as eaten my back up. If you removed a small piece of skin on my back you would see a hole into my body. Also now I have 4 ruptured discs including the one that I had surgery on, and the hoot is no one will do surgery on me because of the VRSA. I was told I could never have surgery again without a very good chance of death. The pain in my back even with all the meds I take is unnbearable most of the time.
However, the good news is I did finish my AA with honors between being in the hospital, and in the wheelchair at home. So, I was quite proud of myself to roll across the stage at 38 yrs old in my electric wheelchair, and accepted my Associates Degree diploma that I received with honors, and a 3.89 GPA.
Since then, however, I have become permanently disabled. I have to carry a pillow with me so, when I sit I can put it behind my back. I also have to sleep with a pillow on my back. If anyone knows of a small soft pillow that has carrying handles I could buy I would be forever grateful. I have to carry my huge pillow with me, and it is hard holding that, and walking with a cane especially in the snow and ice. I have fallen many times especially in my own house when my legs go numb on me. I have several illnesses now, and I am sick several days a week with infections of some sort. It has gotten to be a daily chore to get out of bed and do anything since I have a compromised immune system and anytime I get sick it takes me weeks sometimes months to get better. I have been sick for months, and now just getting on the mend again. My father died on Feb 16th of this year, and since I am the only child, and he has been divorced from my mother over 35 years, it is my responsibility to take care of my father's estate. It has been very hard physically, and emotionally traveling from Alaska to California to take care of my father before he passed and when he passed. I spent 6 weeks in all there, and out of those 6 weeks I was able to spend the last 4 weeks of my father’s life with him. I can not drive with out hand controls so, it was almost impossible to rent a car, and get around while I was there, which, made it hard getting to the hospital, and skilled nursing facility.
My MRSA came from a teaching hospital in the south when we were stationed there as Marines. When we retired from the Marines on May 2002 (or thought we were retiring) we moved to Alaska. It was my dream come true, and my husband helped me achieve that dream. Unfortunately, I can not live here the way I wanted to. I can not stand in one place for more then a few moments, and I can not walk very far with out my legs giving out. I do walk with a cane; however, it will not be long before I am back in a wheelchair.
I wear a fentanyl pain patch 100 mcg that gets changed every 60 hours; that's a lot of pain medicine. I also take something called “Lyrica” for the neuropathy I ended up with. I also take hydrocodone for the chronic pain, degenerative disc disease, arthritis, and fibromyalgia. Due to all the meds I have been on I am now taking Prilosec , and Bentyl for my stomach.
I am not the suing kind of person, and really did not want to sue anyone at the time; however, as I got worse and the hospital insisted on their money (even though the MRSA came from their hospital), and turned me over to the credit bureau while I was fighting for my life in their hospital; I decided to try. I could never find a lawyer who would take my case since it is a very well known Academical Medical Hospital in the south, and all of the attorneys I talked to sounded afraid, or thought I was lying I guess. I was told to get a lawyer out of state ( something I guess this state is known for), and we could not afford that being a military family of 9 at the time, and since I was so sick, and close to dying a few times, trying to find an attorney out of state was not an option at the time.
Now, I have been told it is too late to sue, and we have even had to go bankrupt. We do not have an accessible vehicle I can drive, and we can not even afford to buy our own house. We have never had our own house always lived in military housing, or had to a rent a place in town for a while since my hospitalization almost destroyed my life and family. Due to the VRSA, and other dis-eases I have ended up with from it, we will have to buy or build a wheelchair accessible house for me, and without the finances we will not be able to do that I am so afraid of the near future now, and have no idea what will happen the day I can not walk anymore. I would have only sued the hospital for my bill that was owed at the time. However, now I believe they should have had to pay for not only my hospital bill, but an accessible vehicle, and house for me to live in. Why should I have to pay for these items when they caused my illness that has made me permanently disabled? I will die with the VRSA and Osteomyelitis in my body. I am sick so much I can no longer work, continue my education, and my dreams have died. Also, we have a 16 yr old that has been in a residential hospital for over 4 yrs, and she will not be home very soon because I can not take care of her illnesses anymore. This has nothing to do with my hospital bill however; it also causes financial hardships for our family.
There is so much more to my story, however, I have taken enough of your time just to read this. So, if anyone really wants to chat with me please email me.
I am just so excited that someone wants to talk about MRSA and VRSA finally. It is nice to know that I am not the only one out there dealing with this deadly flesh eating disease. It has been hidden for years. I remember trying to find anything about MRSA on the internet 4 yrs ago, and all I found was pass worded physicians sites that I could not get in to. In fact I really did not hear much about MRSA until the actress Rosie O’Donnell got it in her finger years ago. Thank-you so very much for caring about people like me that has MRSA, VRSA, VRE.
Thank-you Dr. Phil for making the “Best known Secret” not so much a secret anymore.
Thank-you so much for breaking the “CODE OF SILENCE”
Have a Great Day
Debbie or Hurtzlot
If anyone wants to write to me use hurtzlot@yahoo.com
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