He was so ashamed his body had failed him. He was put on coumeden and blood pressure medicine. He took his medicine at wrong times, and was more active than he was told he could be. He was a head strong young man, and hated being different from his friends.
He was 21 in Sept 1997. He wasn't feeling well. At one of his regular checkups they told him he needed more surgery. He told his younger sister. She told his parents. He didn't want the surgery till he was 22, after Dec 7, 1997. He told his family at Thanksgiving that he would be having surgery Dec. 11, 1997.
After all morning of testing on the 10th, the family was given the death sentence. OHSU was not capable of doing the surgery. It was too extensive for them. His parents decided to get a second opinion at St. Vincent's.
Two days later they talked to Dr. Floten. He said it was also very risky but he would be willing to try after the holidays in January. They got and appointment for Jan 10, 1998. He was in surgery 17 hours. Dr. Floten said it was very bad. His tissue was really deteriorating and Bill wouldn't have seen his next birthday without the surgery.
He was in critical care after surgery. He went into surgery again the next morning for a bleeder. He came out again in 4 hours. His dad stayed with him while they weaned him off the ventilator. His mom remembered it was so painful to watch him struggle. They sent him home Jan 23, 1998. He was very tired and very sore. His family noticed he just wasn't bouncing back like he did the first time. On June 22, 1998 his mom took him to the emergency room again. They didn't want to deal with him, so they airflighted him to Portland again.
He spent 2 days in CC, and then up to a room for tests and pain meds. His mom was by his side for 11 days. He would wake up and give her the thumbs up sign that it would all be ok. After all that time, then the doctors insisted that it was a pulled muscle, and to sent the family home on June 30, 1998. Bill kept telling his mom it was a pain like the first time, but he told the family it would be ok.
On July 4, 1998 he lost his battle at age 22.
His mom said that his loss is so painful but if it could help one kid be diagnosed properly it would be worth it. She would like all who honor his memory to remember his carefree ways and great sense of humor. He did all he could in his short 22 years.
He is greatly loved and missed daily. Mr. & Mrs. Gibson, Family & Friends |