Source: denverpost.com | Re-Post Duerson Fund 4/12/2017 –
The most terrifying moment of Ryan Miller’s life was setting in and there was nothing he could do about it. It was the summer of 2015 and he had just returned to his apartment in Texas after a practice with the Dallas Cowboys. He phoned his wife and told her he had a good workout but something felt off.
His head wasn’t right. His body wasn’t right. Something wasn’t right.
“I hung up with her and the real onset of it came,” he said. He started vomiting. He lost his balance and couldn’t stand. His legs wobbled and his body stopped working.
“I couldn’t even open my phone to dial 911,” he said. “… I had felt like you filled (my head) with hot sulfur and somebody had taken an anvil and was slamming my head against that anvil. All I wanted to do was die. Then I woke up two days later on the bathroom floor, no idea really what happened.”
For years, the cameras followed Miller, from his days as a standout at Columbine High, to his time anchoring the offensive line at the University of Colorado. They followed him to the NFL, where, for four years, he bounced from Cleveland to Denver to San Diego and, finally, Dallas.
But they stopped there.
No one got to see the ensuing 18 months of darkness and terror, save for his wife, Ania, and his beloved yellow lab, Nash. No one got the full story on Ryan Miller and he didn’t want it any other way.