I had just had my first surgery, and my doctor had said that I had no chance of survival.
My surgeon had to convince me that I was just a normal, healthy person who needed my pacemaker implanted.
At the time, I didn’t really know what that meant, and I didn, as far as I knew, have any history of complications from surgery.
But after two months of surgery and a month of recovery, I had my pacemakers in my ear.
I was lucky enough to have an older sibling with the same problem.
I knew that there was a way to save my life, and that was to wait until I was in the hospital.
I didn’t want to go into surgery alone.
I needed the assistance of my mother, who had just undergone surgery to remove a blood clot in her left lung, to help me with my recovery.
She had also been through the same procedure, and she had a similar reaction.
She said, “No, no, no!
You have to wait, it’s your only chance.
You don’t have to go in, you just have to stay in.
That’s the only way you’ll survive.”
That was the moment that I realized that I really didn’t need to have surgery at all.
It was not something that I could handle.
I’m still a little bit afraid of the idea of having a pacemaker in my head.
The fact that I wasn’t thinking about it as a medical procedure was really important.
I could just relax and listen to music, and feel more comfortable.
The idea that I would have to put my head in my ears, as opposed to lying on a bed with my family, was just so hard to handle.
When my mother finally heard my mom’s story, she was very proud of me.
But she also told me, “There’s a lot of things you have to learn to accept and accept in this job, because you’ll never get it done.
I don’t want you to go through what I went through.”
I was like, “Okay, mom, thanks.
Thanks for saying that.”
And that’s how I came to this decision.
I was a little nervous when I was going into surgery.
It felt like I was about to make a huge decision.
I felt like the surgeon was going to tell me to do something that could potentially kill me.
I just had to be patient and be patient with my mom, because I wasn: a) very nervous; b) very scared; c) wanted to try everything I could think of to make sure I didn.
The nurse told me that the surgery was scheduled for later that week.
I went to the operating room.
I looked in the mirror.
I didn´t feel like I had anything to lose.
I wasn´t a doctor, but I had been taught that people with cancer are usually not comfortable with surgery.
So I was ready to go.
I wanted to be completely ready.
I went in with the intention of having my mom put her hand on my chest and put her arm around me, and say, “I know that you’re not feeling comfortable, but you have nothing to lose.”
I was very comfortable.
I put my arm around her.
I told her that I wanted her to relax and tell me that it was okay.
She was okay with that.
I said, I am just going to keep going.
It wasn´ t until she told me to get up and walk that I started to get worried.
I just remember saying, “You know, I have to do this.
I have nothing else to lose and everything to gain.”
I didn: a. feel like the surgery would be too risky; b. think that I wouldn’t be able to go home with her; c. think about how I wouldn´t be able help my mother.
I couldn’t do it.
I had to have her say that she loved me and wanted to stay.
I asked her, “What if I don´t want to be here?”
She said she would.
I remember telling her that if I didn`t want her to be with me, I would go home, and if I couldn´t stay, I wouldn: a).
go home myself; b).
tell my mom that I didn;t want anyone to think that she was crazy.
I also told her not to tell my sister.
I would tell her that my sister and I were not going to be able go back to work and that we would take care of each other.
I tried to tell her everything.
I started crying a little.
She told me not to cry, and to just focus on the surgery.
That was a hard moment.
I remember telling my mom to stop talking, and just listen.
My mother started crying.
My sister just kept saying, I love you.
I love my mom.
I think she was crying because she was thinking, I