Forever a little girl, grown up enough to thrive on my own. |
| Published: May 26, 2008, 8:23 pm |
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My mother had an awful time of raising up four children. It seems that not a one of us was right, just from the get go. There was something wrong with all of us from the time we were born. My eldest sister was diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis, now in an unexplainable remission with no symptoms. My sister just below me was born with spinal meningitis, had two lungs collapse, and is allergic to most things under the sun: including the sun. My baby sister was born with diabetes and had a bad heart, which required massage of her legs to improve circulation 8 times a day. Perhaps the most difficult for my mother to deal with was I. I was a quiet child. Never fussed much as a baby, and did not grow. The early years were no prelude to what my mom would go through as I began to try to find my place in this world. More than once, she was told to give up on me, that I would live forever in an institution. Even as an adult, she has struggled to see me to [ Full article ] |
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