My story starts in 1959, aged five by meeting an army man on leave. I survived after baptism, after a doctor told my parents I'll be dead by morning. I am 64 now, life was OK until age 40. The body breakdown starts.
Affected by seven after effects, I write today as a fall started additional problems. Now, out of hospital, I am not the same this time as my independence is in trouble.
Doctors have taken care of me since 1999 very well. However, that ended in 2017. Medications gave me a life now those are gone. Leg replacement disabled me. In 2005, my eyesight started going and my liver going. Then, my skin and balance, memory loss, slurred speech, arthritis, and the loss of two fingers' function.
Sometimes my eyes act like a film got stuck in frame. It's scary but what is worst is my pain. I moved to Oklahoma city, one last try in my search for my disabilities.
Frank Abel
