Okay, here it goes!!! Years ago I doctor hopped because no one could give me an answer as to why I had so much pain. To make a long story short I had so much scar tissue that I could not have children, so my tubes were removed.
Later my husband and I adopted a beautiful baby boy. He was perfect in every way but screamed for hours on end. I knew I would not trust just any doctor. I had no choice but to, “Fight Like a Girl!” He was diagnosed with Duchenne muscular dystrophy, Beta thalassemia and Autism. Sometimes our early battles are preparing us for what is to come.
I now Fight Like a Girl every day to make sure his terminal disease is one day NOT terminal. Fighting Like a Girl really can change lives
Leeandra
California
Submitted 06/27/2014
The informational content of this article is intended to convey a personal experience and, because every person’s experience is unique, should not be relied upon as a substitute for professional healthcare advice.
This story is intended to convey a personal experience and, because every person’s experience is unique, should not be relied upon as a substitute for professional healthcare advice.
Keep fighting!