So, how did I actually quit? If you don’t know my story, I’ll give you a brief overview here. On this day four years ago, I was placed into a medically-induced coma nearly 10 hours after my pancreas began to shut down. Acute pancreatitis…hurts! My midsection burned from the inside out; radiating pain throughout my abdomen and chest. The pressure from the pain made it nearly impossible to sit – let alone walk or carry luggage.
But that’s what I did…I ‘traveled’ that day. My job at the time took me all over the United States and on August 8th, 2011, my day began in Phoenix, AZ and culminated with me 750 miles away in San Francisco, CA. Little did I know that I would fight for my life over the next 8 days; slipping in and out of consciousness. Detoxying and clearing my body of 25+ years of alcohol consumption (with the last 5+ years drinking nearly a fifth of bourbon [the equivalent of 4 bottles of wine] daily was not easy. The last place I would recommend being to anyone is in an ICU; however, if not for the medical staff who cared for me around the clock, I would not have been able to begin the I Finally Quit “Movement”. (Read about my fight here.)