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Carol Stokley - phaware® interview 575
06/03/2026
Carol Stokley - phaware® interview 575
A Silent Blood Clot, a 10-Hour Surgery, and a Second Chance at Life Canadian CTEPH patient, Carol Stokley was healthy, active, and unstoppable, until the day she couldn’t breathe. After months of being told nothing was wrong, she collapsed into ICU with life-threatening clots in her lungs. Hear how a once-in-a-lifetime surgery gave her breath, strength, and life back. I'm Carol Stokley. I'm from Brights Grove, Ontario which is just outside of Sarnia, Ontario, a small community. How I got on this path was through a CTEPH diagnosis. Basically, I just couldn't breathe. For my age in excellent health. I've never been sick. I've worked. I have four children that I've had naturally, no problems. I was widowed at a very young age and I raised my four children on my own pretty much. Worked very hard. I went to the gym. I ate well. I didn't smoke. I looked after myself. I had the odd glass of wine here and there. I lived a really good life and I worked really hard. Then, when I got sick, I went to my family physician and I told her, "I just can't breathe." That was in the fall of 2021. I went twice. I went in September, I went in November. She sent me for a chest x-ray and said, "You know what? I don't see anything. There's nothing there." I kept thinking, "There's something to matter with me.” But I was trying to continue my busy life. At this point, that was just a few years ago. My kids were raised. I was living on my own. When I went to the doctors, I thought, "Okay. It's in my head." I really thought it was in my head. I was trying to live my life. In January of 2022, I went downhill skiing in London. This is when COVID was starting to lift. So we could do stuff. We couldn't go in the ski lodge. I skied for two hours downhill. I'm not a great athlete, but I've done stuff. I went skiing with my 30-year-old daughter. I didn't feel too bad still. Then, we booked a trip to go to Cuba, my daughter and I. Again, this is when COVID was lifting and we could travel a little bit. So we went to Cuba and I was really short of breath there. I'm not sure if it was the air pressure on the plane. We came home, went to my doctors again. I said, "You know, something's the matter with me. I just don't feel right and I can't breathe." And again, chest x-rays couldn't find anything. In March, I was in ICU in Bluewater Health. What happened was on a Wednesday, I couldn't breathe. Told my daughter, again, I live alone and she lives about 15 minutes away. The next day, I couldn't breathe on Thursday. Then, Friday night I thought, "I really can't breathe." I said to my daughter, (and I have two dogs), I said, "If I can't breathe in the morning, I think I got to go by ambulance to the hospital. Something is the matter with me." Saturday morning, I got up and I literally could not walk from my bed to my en suite bathroom. I didn't faint, but I called my daughter immediately and I said, "You know what? Call an ambulance. Come take my dogs. I've got to go to the hospital." The paramedics came out. Personally, what I thought I was having, and I told the paramedics, and I was coherent. I thought I'm having a silent heart attack, because I didn't have pain, but this is what I've read, women have silent heart attacks. I told the paramedics, "I'm sure I'm having a heart attack." They started with the nitro under my tongue, they got me in the ambulance. I have a two story, so I did get downstairs in my pajamas, but I didn't care at this point. On the way to the hospital, my oxygen level was so low, like 78, 75, 73. Even with the nitro, it wasn't going up. I had the oxygen mask on. I've never rode in an ambulance. I've never been really sick, not in the hospital except have my children. The ambulance pulled over and I'm sure they thought I was having a heart attack too. So more nitro under the tongue. They get me in the hospital. From Brights Grove to Sarnia, it's about a 15-minute drive. But I remember looking up at the ceiling and they were flying. As soon as they admitted me to Sarnia emergency, they thought I was having a heart attack. So immediately I had excellent care. I went into ICU for 10 days. This is when I found out I had an embolism in my right leg and it had worked its way up to my lungs. After 10 days, I went to Telemetry for a couple of days. They sent me home on my blood thinners, got me all sorted out as best they could and then onward from that. I had Dr. Haddad at Bluewater Health, he was excellent, and Dr. Shetty. I've seen many doctors since then. So that's kind of how I started. They didn't tell me I had CTEPH when I was in the hospital. It was after I went to another doctor, Dr. Al-Zubaidi in Point Edward, Ontario just outside of Sarnia. He's the one who told me, got me scans. This would have been probably in the summer. So I had to wait a couple months still, but it was on my blood thinners. The blood clot was gone in the right leg, but I knew I had other problems. So I thank him. He got me to Dr. Mehta who is actually my doctor, Sanjay Mehta. He's been a dream. He got me to Toronto. I got my surgery, actually, a year later. But I went from this extremely healthy woman to ICU, which is to me unbelievable the journey. I've been very fortunate and I'm feeling fabulous now because of this surgery. They did a scan at Bluewater Health. Dr. Al-Zubaidi, the respiratologist, knew something was the matter. After the scan, he immediately saw me and started to explain what CTEPH was. The embolism was in my right leg. It had gone up to my lungs. Then, what it does, it attaches to your lungs. It's the scar tissue. So all those clots had attached to my lungs. What was happening is it was making my right ventricle, my heart work overtime because my lungs weren't functioning properly. So, my heart's getting larger, still can't breathe really properly. I was functioning, but I wasn't back to the gym. There was a lot of things I still couldn't do. But Dr. Al-Zubaidi, after he diagnosed me, got me to see Dr. Mehta almost immediately. Dr. Mehta did all the tests. He was so good. Again, that's about an hour away from me. I did have my surgery in Toronto, and that's like three and a half hours away from me. But Dr. Mehta, after that diagnosis, he knew what to do. He got me on the path. That was March of 2022, and I had my surgery May of 2023. It still was a year to wait, but I was functioning okay on my own. For example, I have two dogs that I could walk 10 kilometers a day. I was a very active woman. I mean, I couldn't hardly walk two blocks. I have a two story house. By the time I get top stairs, I'd be breathless. I'd have to sit down and catch my breath and then I could continue on. But as I said, Dr. Mehta, he worked with me. I was on my blood thinner. Then, eventually I went to Toronto General with Dr. Marc de Perrot, an excellent surgeon. A dream team at Toronto General too. They were so good. Their ICU unit. I mean, I can't say enough about the medical practice. I guess in the beginning with my family physician, and this is I think something to do with it, family physicians aren't aware. I have an excellent family physician and she listens to everything I say. But again, I think they're just not aware of what some of this is that's going on when you can't breathe. Maybe me being older too. Maybe she thought there's things that I'm older, but I've been a picture of health really. I've been really very healthy to go to one to extreme to another. For my PTE surgery, I was admitted. I went in and they told me to bring 16 days of pajamas and clothes and whatever for recovery. So I go in, get all my testing done a couple days before. I'm scheduled for the surgery, 8:00 in the morning. I meet this whole team at Toronto General Hospital in the operating room. I'll tell you, it was a team of about 18 people. I'm lying on the stretcher to have the surgery. I can remember, and I'm very coherent. They go around the room, they introduced me to the nursing team, to the anesthesiologist team, to people observing up top at a window that I had to say, "Is that okay?" I'm said, "Sure.” Students that were going to learn about this. This team was just amazing. The doctor had not come in yet, but he was on his way, but the anesthesiologist was so good. I remember saying, "Please make sure I come out of this. I got a lot to do. I've got kids. I've got an elderly mother. I've got a grand baby. I want to be able to live." They were so comforting to me. For the surgery, it's pretty much an all-day surgery. They go in and cut the sternum. I have staples in my sternum now, which is kind of like a knee. I believe it's titanium. I can travel. I don't ding at the airport, but they do know that I have the staples. They'll never come out. The staples stay there forever. So they basically cut the sternum, open you up and then scrape the insides out, scrape your lungs out, the arteries and get all of those blood clots out. They sew you back up and send you into ICU with a breathing tube. They told me all of this, that I was going to be medically induced and in a coma. The one thing that they did tell me, and I guess this is something I remember there, when you wake up, you'll not know how long. You could be two days, three months, three days, three years, and that you would lose track of time. Anyway, I did wake up that night. I remember putting my hand up and waving, and I thought I was waving to the ceiling, and I probably was just lifting a finger. But I do remember waking up that night. Well, they medically induced me again, because it was too soon. I actually woke up the next day at four o'clock, and normally it's about three days. But I did come out of the medically induced coma, came out really well, and I was out of the hospital in a week, which in eight days, they were going to release me, got me out of ICU, and they were going to send me home on a regular floor. I said, "Please don't send me home yet. I don't think I'm ready,” because I expected to be there two weeks. Also, I live alone. My daughter came and stayed with me, but because I live three and a half hours away, I didn't want to go home too early and then I'd have to race back to Toronto. They tell me it's only a once in a lifetime surgery, so I hope it never comes back, but who knows, in 10 years, they might be able to do something again if it comes back. But I'm being positive that I'm never going to get this back as long as I stay on my blood thinners. For my four adult children, they're all wonderful kids. My oldest son took me down there and cried when he dropped me off, because I said, "Don't stay." Because I've been on my own a long time. They live in Sarnia too. So I'm like, "Just go home. I'm going to be okay." My daughter came down though just before I went in for surgery that morning. I have three boys and a daughter and my daughter's my baby and she's been my caregiver. My boys too, but I put her through a lot. She stayed with me until I came out and then I said, "Just go home. I'm going to be okay. I'm going to get through this." The ICU team at Toronto General, Ronnie was my nurse, I remember, and he was absolutely fabulous. I cried when I had to leave ICU to go to another floor, because he just was so good to me. They were all just so good. I was so positive I was going to be okay through this. I really felt it was a journey I was going to be on, but I'm going to be okay because I've always been pretty positive. Being widowed very young at 33 years old, four little children. My daughter was only 17 months old, which is a whole other story we won’t go into. But I've been a positive thinking person. I'm an only child. So as far as help, pretty much, what comes, what happens next is going to be whatever. I think for the whole surgery journey, my kids were worried, but I kept telling them, "I'm going to be fine. I'm going to get out of this and I'm going to be back to the person I am." And I am. I wouldn't say I'm 100%, but I'm also a little bit older, but I'd say I'm 97% back to the person that I was. I want to tell you one little story about this medically induced coma, about not knowing the time when you wake up or how much time's passed. So my daughter's in the room, I wake up completely disorientated. I can't talk. I've also got a big breathing tube inside, so I can't verbally talk anyway. The nurse came in and I said, "I was concerned about the time. What was the date? How long have I been under?" I didn't hear anything. Some people say when they're in comas or I've seen on TV, they hear people talking and this and that. There was nothing for me. So when I finally woke up, I was really concerned, three weeks, three days. How long have I been medically induced? I tried to talk and I was trying to think of date and I could not think of the word and I'm trying to say date, but I can't think of it. Then, they get an alphabet chart with the nurse and my daughter's there and I'm going to point out the date. I can't think, how do you spell date? So I'm like, okay, time. My husband's name was Tim. So I'm thinking I know how to spell time. So with this pointy finger shaking, I get to the T and they're like “T”, my daughter and the nurse, I'm like, Yes. Yes. Thumbs up. I do an I and then I do my M and my fingers shaking and my daughter blurts out, "Tim. Tim. Your husband's dead. Mom, our dad died 30 years ago. He's not here anymore." She thought complete amnesia, right? She wouldn't allow me to get the E out for Tim. I am shaking my head. No. No. No. She's thinking I'm shaking my head because I've lost track of time. I'm like, No. I'm trying to make you understand. I'm not asking about Tim, your dad. I'm asking about the time. So finally, when I get the nurse and her calm down, I get the E out. We laugh about that story now because it just was at the time I was so frustrated and I was so upset. My daughter's crying her eyes out. She thinks I've lost my mind completely and it's a cute story now, but at the time it wasn't so cute. I've always been the caregiver. For me to flip-flop to the other side, to want people to care for me, it was very difficult. But now I'm back. I look after my granddaughter, who's two and a half, one day a week. I look after my mom who doesn't drive anymore. I have four kids that I'm very close to. I'm so glad. I am now back to the caregiver and I'm doing really, really well. I just hope I keep on this journey. I've met some wonderful people and I hope their journey will be as successful as mine. That makes me teary-eyed, but I have really done so well and the medical team, I can't thank them enough for looking after me and caring about me. Even Dr. Mehta, last summer I had some breathing problems again and it really scared me. I got in touch with Dr. Mehta immediately because he's like, "Carol, you have any problems, you contact me, ASAP." I was down getting tested and down to London. I went to an allergist even, because we thought allergies. I got a little puffer, which I don't use anymore, for signs of asthma, but he was so good. We don't know why that shortness of breath came, but it did scare me just a little bit, but it's gone away again. So I mean, I talked to him. Hopefully it never comes back, but I tell you, my medical team has just been unbelievable. Yeah. I'm on the journey to hopefully living another 20, 25 years. I'll be happy. I'm Carol Stokley and I'm aware that I am rare. 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