My Mom, My Hero
I don’t know where I would be without my mom, Maria. From calling the doctor for me when I refused to go get checked out to laying awake with me all of those painful sleepless nights during recovery, my mother proved to me day after day that she was going to fight this battle with me and be the reason I got through it. My mom was with me every step of the way, from hospital stays to doctor’s appointments, being my personal therapist, fighting for better medical care, or practically filling in and becoming my hands and legs when I couldn’t use mine, she did it all without hesitation and would a million times again.
