There was a daily ritual of pain and suffering that interrupted the events of my life with annoying frequency. Every morning, the doctor drew blood from my heel for a test and tubes went in and out of me.

This experience was repeated throughout my life as I had repeated illnesses some of which may be linked to the activities surrounding my birth and subsequent care in the hospital. I was hospitalized throughout kindergarten, and limited to a bed for long a period. I was too weak to do anything. The life of a normal child was not mine; all I had were my dreams to comfort me and give me a sense of hope. Where other children could go outside and play, I could not. Dreams became a necessary escape and provided me with the freedom that was not permitted because of my physical condition.

My physical ailment took...
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