"Queen of Snapchat" Katie May dies from stroke

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At Least She Left Behind An Important Body Of Work And A Legacy That'll Last Forever
 

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her stroke was probably caused by stuff she wak taking to try and stay lean, and probably mixed with coke and other party favors
 

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How does someone so young suffer a fatal stroke?


According to TMZ sources, the former Playboy star took a hard fall while taking part in a Los Angeles photo shoot last week.

The incident caused such severe neck pain that May was taken to the hospital and a few hours after seeing a doctor for her injuries.

On Friday, however, the issue remained, causing May to Tweet about it to followers:

"Pinched a nerve in my neck on a photoshoot and got adjusted this morning. It really hurts!"


Tragically, sources believe the 34-year-old model did NOT actually pinch a nerve, but instead tore the carotid artery in her neck.

Physicians told her family members that this tear caused a blood clot ... which broke off and caused her stroke on Monday.


Such a development is known as a carotid artery dissection.

May was taken off life support on Thursday night and passed away while surrounded by loved ones.

We offer them our deepest condolences.



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Holy fukking shyt. Trip fall and die brehs :mjcry:

Have your own blood kill you brehs :mjcry:

Crazy how she actually went to the hospital and the concluded nothing was wrong.

I can't imagine what her daughter must be going thru. So young and already in more emotional pain than I've probably ever felt in my life.

I guess it was just her time. RIP.
 

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That's sexy :ahh:

The fighting spirit part I mean :whoa:

Haha! Thank you.

Two of my favorite memories from this event are (and I have 0 memory at all for 9 days, don't remember doing this, but I did and I have the journal and witnesses to prove it) the morning of surgery after they did the angiogram (procedure where they feed a catheter through the femoral artery near the groin up to the brain, and inject contrast to highlight the brain for CT to determine the cause of the bleed) that found the cause to be a ruptured aneurysm in my right temporal lobe, my (then) pastor, parents, siblings and some friends, anesthesiologist, some of the nurses all gathered around me in a circle to pray over my (incredible) neurosurgeon, me, and the surgery. They said I looked up to my right and made a "come here" (I couldn't talk, I was intubated) motion to the anesthesiologist who was on my right side. They said he bent down, and I pulled his retractable name badge towards me, looked at it, and gave the thumbs up like he had permission to take me. As if to say "okay, you're legitimate, carry on!" My people found humor in that moment because they said I was still me somehow (even with a half shaven head, swolen face, all of the tubes and machinery) by making sure I somehow understood what was going on. I had a need to know, just like I was curious and cautious before and how I still am today.

Then, after coming home two weeks (10 in ICU) later, my dad (who gave me my first nickname of "half pint" because I only weighed 1 lb 8 oz at birth) changed my nickname to "tank." He said "you just don't ever stop. Something gets in your way and your spirit just takes over, you will always roll over anything in your way, and I love that about you." What he must have forgot (he passed away last year very suddenly, unexpectedly and was in his early 50's) is that I was just doing what he taught me. Watching him set that example that you "try harder, do better, be absolutely forced to quit, unless it's for your best interest" was so ingrained in me, that I didn't see any other options. My life has literally been a fight since day one, and I had a great inspiration through him. Miss him everyday, but I am very thankful and blessed to be his daughter and have many of his characteristics and personality traits. They've definitely played a major part in why I am who and how I am.

Have a good day, Coli, and take care of yourselves! Remember that no one knows your body better than you, so if something isn't right, demand answers.
 
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