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I saw and heard my husband cry and did not understand the reason...
I was raised under the influence of my father, who was strict and authoritarian since childhood, so my mind was deep-rooted on Marxism theory...
After several hours of being ill, I felt like I was in complete confusion, sickness, and disorientation...
In December 1979, after four months in India, I became very sick with amoebic dysentery, food borne hepatitis A, and dengue fever...
I did not wake up for at least a day and maybe two or three days after surgery...
My husband and I were riding our motorcycle when we had a terrible accident...
I have always had severe asthma...
Growing Up I was born and raised in Queens, New York, the youngest daughter in a family of five children...
I had a bad asthma attack which landed me in the hospital...
I lived in a very small community in a rural area where everyone knows everyone else...
This happened to me back in 2003 and I still remember this as vividly as the day it happened...
In 2005, I went to the hospital because I tried to drink a cup of coffee and where I thought it was, I couldn’t grab it...
