Mickey Urias
Mickey Urias


Mickey Urias


Mickey Urias


Mickey Urias

My name is Mickey Urias and I am a survivor of a ruptured cerebral aneurysm.  I've been ecstatically married to Joel, my hero and best friend for 18 years.  I'm the proud mother of two sons, Eric and Kyle, who are absolutely the best things in life that ever happened to me!  I'm ordinary mother, wife, sister, daughter, aunt and godmother.  I'm a blue-collar professional, employed by an amazing organization for the past 26 years.  The love and support I've received from my entire family, in addition to the extradinary circle of friends I have, will live on in my heart for eternity.  Many of my family and friends told me I survived for 2 reasons: 1) It was not my time to go and 2) My work here on earth had not been completed.  One long-time friend told me I had even more purpose in life, and even though we probably didn't know what that purpose was today, it would manifest itself in due time.  All profound observations, I thought.  Unfortunately, many were in total disbelief that I survived at all, as they had never heard of anyone living through a ruptured aneurysm.  This sentiment was expressed by many in the medical arena as well.  Although I was truly grateful for having survived this totally unforeseen, life-altering injury, I became angry, not the person I've always strived to be.  Again, family and friends were always there for me, often times visiting me just because they knew I needed them, not because I asked for their presence or compassion.  In spite of our long visit and talks, they acknowledge they could listen to me all day long, but could not RELATE to what I was going through.  Many encourage me to seek out a support system.  What would become an extremely emotional time for me, I decided to find someone who could relate.  Crying a lot, angry and feeling every bit that my head had been cracked open, I reached out for a helping hand and receive twelve of them from a brand new support group founded in San Antonio! This amazing group of new-found friends helped save me from myself. Now it's my turn to "Pay it Forward". If I'm able to spread awareness in the masses, and if only one life is spared from this catastrophic brain injury, my personal journey with this monster will have been worth it all.  Could this be my purpose?  My unfinished work? I thank God for his daily Miracles.  He puts the right people in the right place at the right time.  I'm complelled to share more, so I'm penning a book, The Other Side of the Rainbow.  Thanks to the many medical professionals that cared for me, too many to list.  My obvious favorite, Dr. Arnold Vardiman, the brilliant neurosurgeon who waited for me in middle of the night to arrive from one hospital to where he was positioned, across town.  Dr. Vardiman would ultimately save my life.  And to his personal nurse, Maria Bryon, one of the most compassionate people I've ever had the pleasure of meeting.  To Dr. Martin Wiesenthal, my primary care physician.  Your humor and expertise put me in check, slowly but surely.  One final, but crucial acknowledgement goes out to Scott Butler, an associate and friend, who after months of worry, spoke the words I most needed to hear.  Words that would begin my journey to The Other Side of the Rainbow.  The rest of you know who you are, and I love you all more than words can say.

The Brain Aneurysm Foundation - San Antonio Chapter
Contact:  Mickey Urias, 210-204-9878
Web Content Focal:  Cindi.Barney@gmail.com or 210-744-5821