I was diagnosed with a rare lung condition and had my right lung removed.
I had the surgery a few weeks later.
The following year, I had a very bad flu.
When I was hospitalized in Australia, my parents were there with me and I saw my first flu-like symptoms, but I didn’t know it at the time.
They said it was a normal flu, and it didn’t make any difference.
It was as if my body was telling me, “You’re not sick, it’s just not working.
I need to get the rest of my lungs fixed.”
At the time, I was struggling with a mental illness that wasn’t treating me, and I felt like I needed help.
I was scared to ask for help because I didn´t know how long it would take to fix my lungs.
I wanted to keep it all to myself.
I thought, “If I’m not going to get better, then I´ll just keep living with this horrible illness.”
It was the first time I had felt anything like that.
I don’t know how many times I’ve heard of other people having a similar experience.
I started to wonder what the real story was.
I became an advocate for people with chronic lung diseases.
I used to be very cautious about what I ate, and what I did in public, because I was afraid of how it would affect my lungs and the way I would feel in the future.
At first, I didn.
But I also didn’t want to keep my lungs alone.
I tried to work through it by doing yoga and doing other things.
I didnít think I would ever be able to completely relax and get back to normal, so I had to figure out how to get around the illness without hurting my lungs or my physical health.
After my first bout of the flu, I began to understand that it wasn’t a case of the virus causing my illness, but something more complex, a disorder that had been triggered by my lack of understanding of how my body works.
I felt very isolated from the rest, my friends, my family, and my friends’ friends.
The illness was my life.
It made me feel like I was alone, but it also made me a burden on myself.
My illness was a life-or-death issue, so even though I didn�t know it, I felt guilty that I didn�t know better.
I just wanted to get back on track and have a normal life, because the illness had been my life for so long.
I decided to go back to work and take care of my health.
I did things I never thought I would do.
I worked hard and tried to get out of the house, but the illness kept me from being alone.
In fact, it was so severe that I couldn’t even take a shower for days.
I got my first heart attack in October, and the next month, my heart was broken again.
I suffered through another heart attack on October 27, 2019, the day I was finally able to start getting treatment.
I couldnít wait to get into the clinic to start treatment.
It felt like my body had broken, but at the same time, it felt like a new body was growing inside of me.
It just felt good to get my body back to the way it was.
By the end of October, I got better and got home on my own.
I knew I had cancer, and so did my family.
The doctors told me that I had about a year to live.
I needed to be ready to have my life back.
I took medication, but as I got older, I became more and more afraid of the side effects.
I wasnít able to drink water or take vitamins.
I also started taking more and different kinds of medicines.
I finally got my lungs repaired and started to see the difference in my lungs after my second surgery.
I remember going into surgery and walking out with a smile on my face.
It took a few months to get through it all.
After all, I needed the surgery.
After I recovered, I moved into a new apartment, and after a few days of being home, I went to work for a different company.
That was the end.
I left that company in February 2020.
My doctor told me I had Stage III lung cancer.
I said, “I am not worried.
I am here to be healthy, and if I donít work, then that is my choice.
I can work or I can die.”
When I saw the results, I knew that I was going to die.
But that didní’t mean that I wasn’t going to try.
I always thought, I can get better.
The good news is that I did get better over the past few months.
I have no regrets about the disease and the surgery or the cancer that I have.