I'm 16 years old, and was diagnosed with Chiari in October of 2013. I get frequent headaches, but they aren't usually severe. Other than that, I don't have other symptoms like some do. Two months later in December, I traveled to Denver and spoke with Dr. Oro about my condition. He had told me that dying from this rare, and that I shouldn't worry, because I'm in great hands, and he's done the surgery over 700 times. He said that surgery is a possibility, but that it was my decision. I will probably go through with the surgery in the next couple years. Surgery scares me to death; I'm worried that I won't wake up from the anesthesia, or something will go wrong with the surgery. This diagnosis has completely consumed my life. Before my diagnosis, I used to be so happy, full of life, and outgoing. Now, I don't do anything. I used to be in every sport; you name it, I was in it. I was such an athletic person, but now that I have this, I won't even go for a run. I was starting spiker on my volleyball team, but I'm not even in the sport anymore. I can't do the things I love. I don't go hang out with my friends. I sit at home and cry myself to sleep every night. I'm severely depressed because of this, and haven't been able to eat much. I've lost 25 pounds since November, because I hardly eat. I used to have a 4.0 GPA, and now I'm on the verge of failing my junior year. Every day, I have panic attacks because I fear that I'm going to go to sleep, and never wake up, or one day, I'm just going to die. I won't even plan 3 days ahead, because I worry I won't make it that long. My parents try their best to console me and tell me that I'm going to be fine, but it just isn't helping at all. They've tried to put me in therapy, and it isn't doing any good. Chiari has completely RUINED my life. I don't think of getting married someday and having children, simply because I worry that I'm going to die before then. I don't mean to sound like a pity party, but no one should ever have to go through what I'm going through. No one should ever have to think of dying when they are only 16. They should be out and having fun before they grow old. I don't know what to do anymore... My panic attacks are so bad, and they aren't getting any better. I just wish chiari never existed...