Those of you who know me know my situation. Those of you who don't, or those of you who haven't seen me in a long time, this is the story. First, I should let you know my mom is writing this for me since I can't. You see in 1995, when I was 16; I had surgery for a brain tumor. Things didn't go as well as I would have liked. The doctor doing the surgery didn't do a very good job. During the surgery he punctured my brain stem; this caused a lot of bleeding in my brain. I was in a coma for 3 months. When I came out of the coma I couldn't do anything but blink my right eye to let people know I was aware of what was going on. Anyway, after 13 years of therapy I can't speak, but I fingerspell to communicate. I do talk when I first wake up but it doesn't last very long. Sometimes I remember and sometimes I don't. I have use of my left arm and leg and some use of my right leg. The doctors don't know what to tell us about my situation because according to them I should be dead. But apparently God has a plan for me. I live at home with my mom and dad. They are the ones that take care of me.
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