Another trip to the doctors. Again, I tell them that I feel tired, achy, and struggling to walk sometimes. Fibromyalgia is my diagnosis as I also mentioned my past bad experiences from my childhood and my early adult hood, I endured. I had nothing for my heavy bleeding except the doctor replied, "Change your birth control, that will slow down your menstrual flow. So I did, but it was still heavy and draining. I gave up telling the doctors how I felt.

One day, my young daughter had tummy pains, and i went with her to the hospital. I stayed overnight while they were doing tests and keeping an eye on her. I was ill myself, feeling out of breath.

That night I lay by my daughters side on the hospital bed, I felt someone's hand press against my arm as if someone was reassuring me their there, no-one was there it must be my imagination, as my breathing was weakening.

I stood from the bed after having a restless sleep. I checked the chair next to me for my inhaler. It's nowhere to be seen. I carried my heavy legs through the doorway and out to the corridor. A nurse noticed my staggered body walking towards her, and she rushed to my aid with a worried look upon her face. She called out softly, "Are you okay?" I reply. "I need my inhaler, I can't find it." The nurse�replies, " I'll go have a look for you. Wait here." The nurse rushes off�, turning a corner out of my sight as I fall to the ground, struggling to breathe, my eyes closes.