When I got sick, my family knew my story

When I first got sick in November 2016, I could feel my back arched and my eyes were rolling, my neck was shaking, and my body was going limp.

The pain was excruciating and I was not getting better.

I remember going to my mother’s home in the northern Indian state of Bihar, where my father was working.

I was in the middle of an exam.

At the time, I was one of the few students who did not have a doctor’s note and could not get a doctor to take a sample of my blood to test for any of the serious blood diseases I had been diagnosed with.

I had been treated for an enlarged heart, heart valve problems, and chronic pain in my back.

I could not walk or sit.

I also was unable to walk because of a serious degenerative disease of the pancreas.

The doctors were afraid that the condition would make me too weak to work.

I would have to go to bed at night and my parents would have no way of getting me home for a meal.

My mother was very worried.

I was lucky to have survived my first year at the college in Patna, in Bihar’s northern part.

I have a very close friend, who is a nurse, who took me in.

I had no family, no support network.

I am still not sure why I was lucky.

It is not as if I could have left Patna in January, 2017.

The first year of college in Bihar was a tough one.

I worked as a labourer at the roadside for four days a week and had to be careful not to get in trouble.

The police, who were looking for the gang that murdered my father, found me while I was working in a field.

I received the same punishment as my father.

After the gang was caught, I became a victim of the anti-social elements, including the police.

I began to get more and more aggressive.

I started getting the kind of injuries that I have had for years.

In the early days of my injuries, I used to cry uncontrollably.

Then I was put in the hospital.

My doctor said I was suffering from a serious condition of my back and spine.

She had a very hard time with me, and even after she gave me the diagnosis of osteoarthritis, she did not think I could walk or stand.

It was not until I was hospitalized and told that I would not be able to walk for six months that I started to be able.

I still have the same pain, I still feel the same weakness.

In October, I had a stroke.

The first two weeks were really difficult.

I did not know if I would be able go home for the next three months.

I suffered from extreme fatigue.

Then, the second stroke occurred in January.

I went home on a Sunday and I started doing my homework, doing my classes.

I found my parents’ home.

My sister, who had to work as a secretary at the house, came with me and told me that she was going to take me to the hospital, that she would take me for treatment, and that I could go home if I wanted.

When I went back to my house, I found that my mother had also gone home for her own treatment.

I thought, I must be very lucky.

I needed a few days to recover.

My first few weeks at the hospital were difficult, too.

There was a huge workload for me.

I spent all my time in the ICU.

I kept coming home after being admitted to the ICUs.

The ICUs were small and they were crowded.

I used the ICUI to find out what my problems were.

I saw a few nurses and I saw doctors in the nurses’ lounge, but there were no doctors to see me.

The nurses did not understand how I could get to the hospitals.

They had no idea of what I had done.

I also had no support from my parents.

I remember my mother saying that I should work in the fields to help my father and her husband.

But she did nothing for me because I did work in fields and did not pay my rent.

I knew that I needed to be helped, but I did it only in desperation.

When I came back home, I started talking to my father about my condition.

He was very angry and told his daughter that he was going back to work because his wife had left him.

She said, “My parents will take care of you.”

He told me, “I need you.”

My father’s attitude changed.

He came to me one day and said, I want to take you to a doctor.

I said, why?

He said, You are a good student and I want you to come.

He said he wanted to treat you.

He told my father that he would do the same to me. He