In 2002 I was diagnoised with thyroid cancer. It was growing fast. My thyroid was removed and treatment started. While in the hosiptal I managed to be exposed to MRSA. Not fun. By the time they figured out it was MRSA I was close to death. I was told I had a week left as it took way to long for my primary care doctor to figure out that I was post op and that maybe I had a post op infection. When I was told that I had waited to long to get treatment and had a week left. I looked at the doctor and saidthat wont work for me. He said most people feel that way. I said that I just bought a carton of Marlboros and it would take me longer than a week to smoke them all. He said quit. I said why with a week left. What am I going gain 2 minutes. No doctor you're going to save my sorry ass and earn your education that you'll most likely go into default on your student loan. 35 days later I walked out of the hosiptal. Since the MRSA attacked my colon they had to operate on my colon. They took out over 3 feet of my small intestine and colon. They also removed my apendix and I was left with a colostomy for 4.5 months. over the next 4 years I would hav a grand total of 6 surgeries spending over 180 days in the hosiptal. My main incesion wouldn't heal or close for 2 years. I had a visiting nurse come every day to debreed, clean and re-bandage my wound. Durring this time my son was diagnoised with Anti Phosphlipid Antibody w/lupis colgulant Syndrom. Proitine S deficentcy. Poritine C deficentcy. Basicly his blood clots to much. I lost count as to how many blood clots he's had. I know for a fact he is not complient with the blood thinners he has to take. I have witnessed this. He's had several heart attacks and a stroke. He wont work. He wont do the work to file for disability insurance. He has over 2 million in unpaid medical bills. We no longer support him so he told me I was dead to him. When he trys again to get money out of us he reserrects me again. When we say no its time to get a job and support your self I am dead again to him. I've been reserrected and killed more times than Stefano Dimera on Days of Our Lives.
Just a few months after I got married my hubby took a job flying an air taxi between the islands of Siapan and Tinnian. We both lived out a dream there. My hubby's getting paid for his passion. Flying. Me, living on a tropical island. It sucked for both of us. After 5 months my son gave us a reason to come back to the states.