Somehow, I survived.
I'm badly dehydrated though and I'm on the strongest pain killers they have.
I am also on some heavy duty antibiotics.
You know, it was nice talking to Sheryl...either that or it's because she knows how it is to lose a child.
They confirmed why I lost my angel and now I blame myself.
Her heart was formed wrong.
Did she inherit this from me?
I have a heart problem and lived, why couldn't she?
It's not fair.
I'm staying in my room for now on.
I might come out for work and class, but that's it.
Don't bug me.
I'm depressed.
I need to rest.
I survived but wish I hadn't.
This part of me is dead and I want to give in, this other part says I can't quit that easily.
I don't know.
I just, don't know.
My polycystic is improving and so is my cancerous ovary.
I'd go into details, but eh, I don't want to.