I have a story to tell, and I’m not kidding.
I was in the ICU of St. John’s General Hospital when I was diagnosed with acute lymphoblastic leukemia, a devastating disease that left me with no hope.
It was my third diagnosis in the hospital, and it was one that I knew would make the news.
When my wife, Gwen, and we had our first child, we had been to a family doctor to see if there was anything she could do to help me.
When we were done with the evaluation, the doctor asked if I could come down for an interview.
When I got in the car, I felt a little bit of trepidation.
I had a lot of family members that I wanted to tell the truth, but I had no idea who they would be.
I don’t know what happened, but when we finally got in my car and drove to the family doctor’s office, she gave me a hard time.
The first question she asked was, “Can you walk us through your story?”
I had already been told about the other two patients I had seen at the hospital.
I said I could do that, but it would be my first interview.
I said I was in ICU, and she asked me if I had ever been treated for acute lymphocytic leukemia.
I told her about a few patients that had died and how I had been given a shot and kept going.
I explained that I was on my last legs, that I had to get the shot that was given to me in a very strange way.
The family doctor had been a nurse in the community, so she knew me well, and the family was there to give me the shot.
I didn’t feel at all weird, so I said yes.
She said she would tell the family, and then she said, “But you have to tell them your story.
It’s the only way you will get to know your family.”
I was just stunned.
It took me a while to come to terms with that.
I could tell that they had already told me, and they had no way to make me understand.
But they were very understanding and understanding.
They said, I will not judge you, and that they would talk to me about it.
I did not feel any pressure.
After that, I went home to my wife and our two young children.
My wife had told me that she would like to go on a long vacation, but my wife said that I needed to make sure that I would get the shots.
I was really grateful for that, because that way I could have a little more time to deal with it.
I had been treated at the end of my life before.
My mother, who had lived for years in the United States, had died a few months before me.
My father, who was in a wheelchair and who had a terminal illness, died a month before me at age 78.
I thought that if I went to the hospital and did not get the treatment I needed, that would be the end.
That was the worst part of it.
It was not a choice I made, but that is what it felt like.
It felt like I was going to lose my life.
I am a member of the community in which I live.
I am a good person, but in this situation, I did something I never thought I would do.
I went in there, looked around, and saw that my wife had gone to the doctor.
I just couldn’t believe what I saw.
I went to a nurse practitioner who had treated my father in the early days.
She was kind of surprised when I told him what had happened to me.
She asked, “Are you sure you did it?”
I said, Yes, I do think I did.
She had not seen my father for more than a week.
I asked her what had just happened, and what the next steps were, and why I had not been in the ER.
She told me to call her, and after that I felt so much relief.
She went and got the shots that had been administered to me and I got out of the hospital a couple days later.
My story has saved countless lives.
There are so many people who have done things like that and I have no doubt that it would have been different if I did it.
The first time I did this, I had come out of my coma, and my wife was holding me.
That is the first time in my life I have seen her.
I do not remember what I was holding in my hand.
My first words out of that hospital were, “I am so glad to be alive.”
I am grateful to have been able to help other people.
I believe that this kind of work, and this kind to help others, is the most important thing that we can do for our own health.