I had to fight for my life — and for the life I wanted
Thirty years ago, my life drastically changed course. I was a 23-year-old wife and mother. My bechor was 15 months, my baby daughter just shy of three months. I was young and should’ve been at the peak of good health.
Aside from when I gave birth, I’d never been hospitalized. When I started feeling odd on that long-ago Shabbos morning, I didn’t imagine it would be the start of a rollicking ride.
But life’s taken me for a spin over the last 30 years. I’ve faced daunting health challenges again and again. My innocence took a beating, as did my trust in the doctors. I had to assert myself, challenge the experts, fight my way through.
Hashem put a lot on my plate, but He also made me more determined than most. To be well. To live.
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