So much has gone on for me this past year, I shed a tear for joy that I have come through my war, stronger and hopefully better. Many people have stood by me,and I owe much to them. In the past seven months I have been unable to go anywhere but doctors, hospitals and rehabs. Should anyone ever feel sorry for me, they don't know me. My last hospital stay, the doctors got up in arms and wouldn't release me until they got the answers and treatment they wanted. Apparently I don't breathe right and my body doesn't expel the carbon dioxide it makes. This in turn poisons me and I'm out or need incubating to get me back. Many people have this and are