My Fight

I was just born and lived only for a couple of hours, but immediately someone else started breathing formfor me.

As I was born a month before I was supposed to, my lungs weren't developed fully, and I spent my first days in the hospital's incubator.

All through my childhood, I had difficulties breathing and had serious bronchitis numerous times.

Many times my granny prepared a white turnip with honey (she would cut a turnip in half, hollowed it out with a spoon, and put the honey inside, so the next day the honey would be sweet and bitter at the same time), so I could take it every morning, to ease my pain.

She went every other morning to get special goat milk and whey because it was a traditional cure for those children fighting with the same problems as I did.

And it really helped. For a while.

My parents always took me to the seaside as long as they could, for two or three weeks. We were regular guests in numerous mountain resorts, just to support me breathe with full lungs.

Also, it helped. Again, just for a while.

When I was 14 years old I received a TBC vaccine. I had an immense reaction to it. Half of my arm was swollen, so they immediately transferred me to a specialized hospital for lungs diseaselung diseases, where the pulmonologist discovered that I had a serious asthma attack. The doctor was even mad with my mother because she didn't bring me there sooner,. She said something like -, "If you had waited a day longer, your child would be in the hospital for a long time."