My mom came over to the chair and asked if I was crying because of all the relatives I never knew and I said, ‘She had the same disease I have.’ I’m crying now—it’s not that I’m so sad—I just get overwhelmed. Maybe it’s that I could have killed myself but didn’t because those around me convinced me to keep going—and I had the surgery. I’m alive and grateful to my parents and some doctors. We live in the right time, even if it doesn’t always seem like it.”
