I was born to a large family but I was the youngest of 8 children.I have a older sister, she didn't keep my company.I play with my toy until,I got tired of them(toys).
I had a ischemià stroke on March 2012. in Charleston SC.My sister Harriet noticed my speech was slur.She told me we are going to the hospital.Harriet took me to Medical University downtown Charleston.That when I was diagnosed with ischemia stroke.I never thought I was having a stroke.I know, I have diabetes but not a stroke.What does this mean?My life is over...I can't do my basic function.I research that the stroke, I had can damage the brain or the heart. Now I take ischemia stroke very serious but how many black or Hispanic age50-65 ,had this experience.
I live in a world of many people, but was always alone.My ideas and voice was silent.I was oppress not only because of my color but as a woman.My own black people oppress me,I expect white people . In my profession , I struggle to achieve my goal.Even now to start a business,I am having difficult time.
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