My story

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I know, I'm not a writer, but I would like to share my story. Without concealing the facts, sometimes even the closest person cannot tell everything, but here I will try to be honest with you and with myself first and foremost. I do not remember my distant childhood, but from the moment when I began to realize the reality I remember only eternal hospital beds and a hard bed. Tasteless food and children about my own age, who sometimes were very cruel and offended with words. Everything happened when I was 2 years old, according to my mom's stories, I ate a lot of pills which I took out of the closet and I had a poisoning. I was taken to the hospital, and there, through negligence, I got a disease that haunted me all my life. Hepatitis B + D The disease was very bad, and I started having liver cirrhosis. Parents had to sell almost everything to buy medicines which were extremely difficult to get at that time. By the will of heaven, my illness turned out to freeze and it flowed into a chronic disease that threatened to return again if I did not follow a strict diet and did not undergo prevention. It was sad to watch all the children go to camp in the summer and I have to go to hospital for treatment. Later, I started having other health problems, I began to lose my eyesight, probably the amount of drugs I took had an effect on this. I had an operation to keep my eyesight, but I still wear glasses to this day) It’s not at all bad, I’m happy that I can see the surrounding world. No matter what, I always loved learning, I liked to learn something new, and to occupy myself with something you need when you are constantly in the room. In the 7th grade I started studying at the music school, I really like to sing and play the piano, I studied for 5 years. After graduation, I ran away from home and went to another country, I was so angry at that time that my parents were trying to control me and my life, I wanted to be like everyone else, walk around and enjoy the children of my age. For more than a year I didn’t make any difference, I worked at the factory at night, and I was only enough to get home and sleep. My idea turned into a nightmare, I was very tired, but tried not to give it a meaning, and continued in this spirit. Then I began to communicate with their parents but home and did not want to return, what to say that the treatment I also all this time did not do, soon my health began to deteriorate ,I had attacks when I lost consciousness, after another case,I still returned home and started my treatment , it was a little more than a year ago, I am treated with pegnan and tenofovir, the treatment is quite difficult,I am constantly sick , my hair falls out, lose weight, but I do not lose hope ,doctors said that on an end to the kursya I will fully people are healthy. All who finished reading ,thank you,I thank you. What am I saying? Appreciate your parents , they give us not only a piece of their lives , they give us everything they have only to see a smile on our face.