Lorey Duprey

On April 3rd 2019 I woke up in the middle of the night shacking uncountably. I knew something wasn't right but I couldn't wake my husband, so I laid back down and woke again a few hours latter and was sick. I spent most of the next day with pain in my left glute and feeling sick. I started to think I had the worst case I had ever had of the flu. As the day turned into night I asked my husband to check my glute and he insisted I needed to go to the hospital, where I was admitted shortly after arriving. I was given high doses of antibiotics and monitored throughout the day. The evening of the 4th the surgeon came in. It was the most serious moment of my life as he looked at me an told me that I was dying, and that if they didn't operate with in the hour I would be dead. He laid out the plan of taking me into surgery ASAP, arranging for a life flight to a larger hospital for more surgeries, and putting me into a drug induced coma. I had sepsis and Necrotizing Fasciitis, all caused by the strep A group infection. I underwent four surgeries and spend ten days in the hospital, months of wound dressing changes, and then two more surgeries (the most recent was January 20, 2020.) During this ordeal I also lost my job of almost 20 years, and this sent me into the worst depression I have ever endured. But I'm still here, I have come out on the other side, and I'm looking forward to a new start. This has brought my husband and I closer and allowed us time together again. The future although uncertain, it is bright.