When I was 11, I spent eight months in the hospital with rheumatic fever and almost died.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
My mom died when I was 11 years old.
My mum died when I was 11.
I was a sickly child, contracting tuberculosis at the age of five.
I was a very sickly boy when I was young; nearly died when I was 7. I had a life-threatening attack of meningitis, and that put me in a coma for a few months. It took me four years to get my memory back.
My father was unwell when I was 11, had a stroke at 14 and died when I was 18. My mother going to work at seven in the morning and coming back to look after him and me and my brother left its mark on me.
In November, 1964 when I was a patient at the Mayo Clinic I though seriously about killing myself.
I was always in hospital as a kid: I had a tumour on my knee, lots of broken bones. I loved climbing trees.
My mom died when I was 8.
The biggest tragedy I had was the loss of my daughter from neuromuscular disease in 2000, at age 46.
When I was ten, I caught glandular fever and had to have a year off school. My parents arranged for a tutor to keep me on track with my studies.