Tim
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It was November 16, 2006 is when I was diagnosed and treated for my NF. I had been feeling very achy and sore like a really bad flu that week. When I awoke on Saturday the 16, I hurt so severely that my 15 year old son wanted me to go to the ER but I had no intention of going. I had red streaks running up my left arm, across my torso and started running down ny right arm. My son, TJ , then called my brother to come take me to the hospital. After much arguing I was in no condition to fight so I went.
After arriving at the hospital everything is very fuzzy about what happened. They imedeatly took me back and began working on me. Lucky for me there was an Infectious Disease Surgeon there in the ER that day. After figuring out what was happening they wanted to amputate my left arm. I refused to allow that but my father who was there was agreeing with the Doctor. I demanded that they wait for my mother to arrive and she could make my decisions. She arrived, was given the run down, she refused to allow them to take my arm and thanks to her I still have it. After 6 surgeries, lots of antibiotics, and other treatments I survived, I am here, and I hope that my story/ experience may help someone else
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