I think about everything I've been through, but I always have to remember that I'm still here, I'm alive. The 28th of December, 2023, I was admitted to the hospital and was intubated for two weeks. It hurts to think of all my family; my kids, my husband, my parents, my closest aunt and uncle, to have gone through the grief they were going through during those two weeks plus a month in the hospital. And I always think about how life would've been for them without me. It saddens my heart.