On Valentine's day, I received a gift that was very loving. I found out that the choice to have surgery was taken from me. It took years before they listened, years subjected to painful days of work and
thinking of all the years my children had to watch me suffer and be disrepected was very painful. I
must look my children in the eyes and know they are not ready to see me in a wheel chair and dimenish in a bed, or fall on the ground and break my neck.