The last couple of years have been a struggle.
I’m in my late 40s, and I’ve been married for nearly 20 years.
The first thing I realized was that I don’t want to be in this profession anymore.
My husband has done the right things.
He’s given me an honest voice, and he’s been a good father.
I’ve also had to take a hit on my personal life.
In a way, it’s been the best thing I’ve ever had to deal with.
When I got to the hospital for a CT scan last fall, I was feeling really good, and all of a sudden, the doctor said I had a tumor on my thyroid.
He said it was in the middle of my brain.
And that’s when I realized that this is a job that’s supposed to be fun and exciting and rewarding, and this is not what I’ve had.
If I had been a man, I would have immediately gotten out of there.
I would never have had a chance.
I’m still trying to come to terms with it.
It was the first time I’ve actually seen the tumor, and the first thing that comes to mind is that it was very large.
There’s this big lump that I know is there, and it was growing.
At first, I didn’t realize how big it was.
After the scan, my wife told me it was about an inch and a half in diameter.
She also said it felt like I was having a heart attack.
What I was going through was the worst thing that I could have ever experienced.
I felt as though I was about to go into cardiac arrest, and when I stopped breathing, it was so hard for me to understand.
I couldn’t understand what was going on.
I thought I was dying.
So I had to go in and give him CPR, which took about an hour.
Then, I started to feel better.
But it wasn’t long before I felt terrible again.
I was vomiting and had to stop breathing.
During my stay at the hospital, I kept trying to get up and walk, and then I had seizures.
As a woman, I have never experienced seizures before, and they are excruciating.
Now, I’m so ashamed.
I am so grateful that I had the support of my husband and my doctor and my family to help me recover.
They really helped me out.
They gave me hope.
I love you.
I know this is the first I’ve written on here, and honestly, I think it’s the best I can say.
For the first few months, I really wanted to stop writing because I didn: I didn.
No, I couldn, because I knew I wasn’t going to get through it.
But I had no other choice.
I felt as if I was on the brink of being dead.
A year ago, my husband was diagnosed with cancer.
His condition worsened and I knew it was going to be terminal.
Because he had been battling the disease for so long, I thought it would be tough.
Fortunately, my condition worsened, and so did my husband’s, and we started seeing doctors who were optimistic.
We decided that we would try to stay in touch.
To this day, we’ve kept in touch with each other and our family, and my husband has said he hopes I will be okay.
Our relationship has always been so strong.
I really believe that we’ve done so much for each other.
I still get excited when I think of my family and the people who love me and care about me.
But at the same time, I realize that I want to go back to my normal life.
I don`t want to give up on my life.