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I had my daughter at 12:07 pm...
I was eight years old and growing up in the suburbs of Los Angeles, in the San Gabriel Valley in a town called El Monte...
Hello...
Floating in the orange glow of light, feeling overwhelmed by the joy and happiness I felt...
I was at home with my daughter (she was two and a half then) when I began to feel very weak and ill...
It's difficult to describe, it was difficult for me to find the right words...
I had bronchial asthma and was having so much difficulty breathing that I was rushed to hospital with my mother...
I heard and saw the doctor giving me too much anesthesia and the surgeon saying, 'Damn it, you gave her too much, you killed her...
After I fell, I felt a tightening in my chest as I attempted to get up...
I was five years old and had pneumonia...
Somewhere about mid-May 2004 life as I knew it I had begun a spiral downhill fast...
I laid down for a nap, with a request to my wife to wake me at 3 pm if she didn't hear me up before then - I vividly remember noticing the digital clock in our bedroom showing 1:50pm...
