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My name is Amie (which means Love in French).
I have had an interesting life to say the least. I have a gentetic disease (ehlers danlos syndrome). It makes me fall apart and I have had 26 surgeries in the past 15 years to put me back together. This has resulted in many near death experiences and new understandings on life.
At 5, I had cancer. I lost my kidney and I remember right after they put me to sleep for my surgery (apparently I had lost a ton of blood from it and was coding), I was in like a waiting room with long benches on either side.
When I was six years old and freshly back to the US from Germany, I was enrolled in public school. One day after class I was in a mostly empty cafeteria building and decided to race my friend to the other side of it where the exit was.
I was four or five when I was taken into the backyard of neighbors and sexually abused.
When I was 14, I had osteomyelitis that was mistreated by doctors resulting in a trip to ER in Anaheim, Ca.
In 1950, I was born almost two months premature which, back then, was almost a death sentence. The result of that left me with a lifetime of physical issues that I have had to deal with.
One of these resulting conditions is that I have a heart arrhythmia where I could go into atrial fibrillation (A-FIB) at any moment. The result was that, when growing up, I could collapse at any time with my heart in arrhythmia. Over the years (it seemed like hundreds of times), my family would pick me up and rush me to the hospital. By the time we arrived at the emergency room my heart would be back in normal rhythm. This happened over and over again each time my heart went out of normal rhythm. The doctors were always baffled because I seemed to be perfectly normal by the time I was examined. By the time I reached my teens, the arrhythmia had calmed down and I lived a fairly normal life at that point.
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