Living on Oxygen for Life
It really is hard to imagine that I will soon be 44 years old. A month after I was born, my parents were told to come get their little girl from the hospital because there wasn’t anything left for the doctors to do. In order for my mother to take me home from the hospital, she had to first learn how to insert a tube down my nose every time I was to be fed. Over the years there have been so many uphill challenges to face but I have been blessed and very lucky.
When I was about 25 years old, I once asked a pulmonologist how long he thought I would live. Now, doctors don’t like to answer this kind of question but he surprised me by giving me an answer. He said he thought I would live to the age of 40 or 45 years old. Of course, at the time, I didn’t think I’d live to see 30 years old. So, I kind of privately scoffed at his answer but I was skeptically optimistic.
There definitely must be a reason why I’ve lived long enough to surprise and amaze many doctors. I’m a rebel who likes to beat the odds. *big cheesy grin*