I am 11. Today is the 11 year anniversary of my life. I should be dead. I should be in heaven. I am here. On earth. To make husbands life a living hell! HEE HEE! That is what he claims at least. For the last 11 years my emotions have ranged from insane/rage/anger/mad that I had an aneurysm, to completely excited that I am alive and feel blessed to be here.
Another day, I will go into what happened and what I have gone through. But for today, I am alive. I am breathing and living and walking and enjoying my life.