The princess fights for her life.

I was a late bloomer , actually very late. I was very introverted in my early teens and read an entire new book every day. I also came down with a life threatening illness that affected my right side of face to the point I just avoided mirrors from 12-15yrs of age. Throw in some puberty, a few pimples and oily hair on top of my undiagnosed illness .that stumped at least 10 NYC Park Avenue doctors , and it created a perfect storm for me that ruined the so called “best years of my life.”
I was always a fighter and although I felt I was dying on the inside whenever someone stared at my face or made a cruel comment in the middle of class, I swallowed the pain like a pill and went to Junior and Senior HS with a smile on my face and held my head up high.
I still had my best girlfriends who I met in kindergarten who never left my side and even defended me when someone bullied me. I had lots of friends and led a very normal young teen life despite my prognosis that I wouldn’t survive past the age 15 when I accidentally heard a group of specialists who still didn’t have a clue what I had, tell my parents my illness was spreading into my nerves and jawbone rapidly and concluded It was terminal. I still remember I didn’t cry when I heard the shocking news, I just got dressed in silence in the now empty examination room and swallowed the tears and fears and met my pale , devastated parents in the lobby and of course I was smiling.
We got into my dad’s station wagon and my parents were both silent. To make matters worse my father decided to go threw a very neighborhood in upper Manhattan to get home and got lost somehow because he wasn’t paying attention and now we were in a very bad part of Bronx on that bitter cold December night and all of a sudden the car just died……… that’s when my parents broke down too.
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