I believe that all the important people in my life prior to 1982 were victimized by my illness.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
There was mental and physical abuse in my family.
It's true that I suffered a lot, especially when I was younger.
I think my demise has been prematurely reported. That's what I think. I think I'm going take this and make medical history, and I really believe that.
My family and high school friends were the only people who were with me every step of the way through my mothers' illness. They sat by my side year after year and consoled me. If they ever sent me a bill, I would be paying them off for the rest of my life.
Getting and keeping my immunity became very important to me. For I needed to take care of myself and my family. No one else was worried about me.
I have a theory because I was being beaten up a lot by people outside of school, it was almost like if I could make myself sick enough they'd take sympathy on me.
Since my accident I am a little more mindful of the suffering of other people.
I hadn't stopped fearing the chance of passing on an illness, but that fear had become balanced by the observation that being ill wasn't the same as being beaten.
When I thought about having the greatest impact with my life, I thought about all the times people lose loved ones because diseases weren't detected early enough. I thought, 'I can play a role there.'
I've been extraordinarily fortunate that I've been able to go live a very active, stressful life. And I don't believe that my heart disease changed me for the worst.