I would not have lived past childbirth. Because of a physical fight between my parents, Mom’s water broke at 6 months gestation; they were able to stop the labor. I was born a month later with only a small layer of skin covering the small of my back. My lungs were completely developed (probably because of the water breakage a month before), and the only problems I had were I was 3 lbs, 11 oz and I had a hip socket that didn’t form all the way. I went home when I was 3 days old. Keep in mind I was born in 1973; that’s a miracle.
Fast forward 4 years, when the doctors discovered a large benign mass behind my right tonsil. The tonsils (which were giving me a difficult time) were removed and the mass was taken out through my mouth. The pressure release left me with a surgical epilepsy, as I had a massive Grand Mal seizure (complete with respiratory and cardiac failure) a few weeks later. I was unconscious for 18 hours afterward. I had another seizure when I was 11 (docs thought I had outgrown it and were trying to remove me from my medicine) which was also complete with respiratory and cardiac arrest.
Between the ages of 8-10, I had appendicitis. My white blood count never rose high enough to mandate surgery, even though I had all the classic signs. The doctors were telling my Mom I was “acting.” She finally took me to a surgeon friend of hers (she’s a retired registered nurse), who operated the next day. My appendix, which had split, leaked, then resealed itself 3 times was the size of a large grapefruit. I had lymph nodes the sizes of an orange, apple, and walnut from each of the splits. Mom had to sign paperwork saying it was Ok to remove my right ovary (they didn’t have to, but I have scar tissue on that side-ovulation HURTS). The appendix burst the moment they took it out of my body.
[hijack]I fully believe I am on this Earth for a reason, and that reason is my Mom. She had a work ending back injury (6 ruptured discs) 5 years before she became pregnant with me. Dad left shortly after I was born. leaving her to care for me and my invalid Grandma, who died in 1980. Over the years I have had to help her out (she now lives with my husband and myself). If I wasn’t here to help her, she would have lived a horrible life and probably died a long time ago. I have also helped some of my friends out of life-threatening circumstances as well. This is why I fully believe there is God and there is a purpose for everyone on Earth. [/hijack]