March 21,1987 I was born a month before my mother's expected date of delivery. My mother's unexpected labour was due to my twin, a tumour. She underwent caesarean operation to get me out of her womb, and another operation to eliminate the tumour. The operation was successful, my mother was safe and luckily the tumour was benign and not cancerous. But the worst was shouldered by me.
I always hear from my father the story about how I look when he saw me at the incubator. He said I was comparable to an alien. I was of a size of a half kilo of sugar (it’s the sugar that been packed in an ice plastic), and I had two small horns on my head. And because I was a premature infant, some of my organs were not fully developed yet. I suffered from a congenital heart disease, and the doctors already told my parents that I may not be able to make it. They were already hopeless, and they told my father that I need to undergo a heart transplant or else I won’t survive.
It was a nightmare for my father, he could lose both me and my mom. A father who was so tough and resilient suddenly become hopeless and weak. He was being tormented and he felt so helpless. I was inside the incubator for almost 1 year and my father was suffering not only emotionally but financially as well. Then I survived a year under incubation, but the crisis was not yet done.
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