7 Long, Broken Years. 7 Hours Before Death. 7 Reflections.

16 Years Later. . .

“The most damaged people are the wisest. . . because they do not wish to see anyone suffer the way they do.” - Anonymous.

7 Hours Before Death. October 2004.

I was 3 weeks old when my parents were informed that I was dying. It wasn’t a deadly disease or cancer, but rather I was struggling to breathe. When the doctors scanned me, I was diagnosed with Supercardiac Total Anomalous Venous Return (TAPVR). In simple terms, the blood vessels returning from the lungs were partially to totally disconnected from my heart. Oxygen-rich blood does not return from the lungs to the left atrium. Instead, the oxygen-rich blood returns to the right side of the heart.

All I Want For X-mas Is A Bed!. . . For The 3rd Time! 2010 → 2015.

I am about 5 years old at the time, and my family was sleeping with my grandparents for about 7 months as my father was looking for a place to move into after we left our old apartment.

Bye, Abuelita. 2019 → Present.

The last time I was able to stay in Mexico for a good while was also the last time I would see the oldest member of my family: my great-grandmother Abuelita Licha.

7 Reflections. 💭

Don’t tell anyone what they went through. Don’t stereotype the fu*k out of them. You don’t know. Your perspective lacks the experience.

Closing Thoughts. 💡

Shoutout to my true friends for telling me I could change something someday.

Shoutout to my family when I promised them one day when I was sleeping on the wooden floor, “One day, I would change something.”

Shoutout to my great-grandmother to tell her someday, “Abuela, I did it. I changed something.”

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