This week, I was asked to recount a memory of marking Christmas special. But I'm digging through the annals family, I did not find anything worthwhile to fill in a column in a newspaper. I'm reviewing my 33 last Christmas, there is nothing worth the paycheck waiting for me for this column.
Sorry Monsieur-le-editor in chief-by-ai, but my best Christmas is not behind me. He is ahead. One who will point this weekend.
Why?
Simply because it would have taken much so that I can not see it. If so, I spent nearly Chiclets not be on the annual family photo. My mother would have been a gift to buy less. The lover would have waited for Santa Claus face to face with his new-born (at least I hope I would not have been replaced!). And I missed the flashes of life in the eyes of my baby in front of the Christmas tree.
Because if it was in 1943, say, I would not have survived my birth. I'd just died after my blood would not stop running away of my body. Cheers modern medicine!
But even in 2010, people who assist me in setting my world number three took this hot, both literally than figuratively. I tell you, it smelled swing in the house!
must say that when professionals constantly shouting and wildly: "It is vitally urgent! Hurry up! "Is enough to soak a t-shirt and not just under the arms. They understand, they all had the bitch have to complete a death certificate in addition to a declaration of birth.
At first, I did not realize the magnitude of the situation. The severity of my condition. I too busy with my oxygen mask to me royally banged on the nerves. I was also angry against those who tormented me with his legs multiple injections of drugs. No, but she could not be more careful? And so I hoped
than trying to make my uterus contract in my stomach pumping as hard as if it was operating a butter churn to go for a coffee. I really did not care because we fought for my survival. In short, I thought there was a slight glitch before.
I think I understood what was happening when I saw his eyes filled with anxiety and fear of the lover who was walking from one side to another room with brand new chick in his arms.
I think I actually realized what was happening when I asked my friend Dany take good care of my two grown daughters.
Finally, even if I filled a few pots of red liquid juice, I'm still here. Alive. I do not remember too the first days of life of Sam-Sam, but I remember I was there for her. Unfortunately, not thinking about running a marathon for me, but I'm starting to be able to climb the stairs to get to my room without feeling that the heart wants to get out of my chest. But I am here to ride, these steps!
We often hear that people are nearly die as the sun shines more. That the flowers smell better. The air is fresher in their lungs. I can not say if all these things are true. But I know this will be my best Christmas simply because I am.
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