When I was born the drs said that I was in a vegetative state and counseled my mother to put me in a home. I was over 3 months old before I cried for the first time and responded to stimulation.
I'm now a wife and a mother with an IQ in the low 130's. I've been to college. (Dropped out to have babies.)
The only "issues" I have are from a fall I took when I was four and broke my back. Not paralyzed, but it does hurt quite a bit. My right hand is a bit scarred from a corn husker accident. ("If she keeps the hand, she'll never have full function." I like to cross-stitch.) Oh, and I'm nearsighted.
So let's see... according to the doctors I should be a brain damaged veggie, paralyzed from the chest down, missing my right hand.
Sorry, but I'm a walking miracle and I know I'm nothing special. Many others have survived doctor's predictions. (Therapy makes all the difference.) I don't throw in the towel until their heart's been stopped for about an hour. (My mom was dead for 20 minutes while I was being born.)
Are you sure you aren’t just a shell of a woman?
Where do these people get their hearts of stone?
Thanks for sharing your inspiring story. Perhaps
a medical worker will realize that the next time
they feel the urge to pull the plug - there
may be far more going on that meets the eye.