The reason why I started writing this blog and my part of my bio.

For those who don't know the reason I started writing. I started writing while in isolation after surviving covid19 twice and being transferred to an isolation unit in Taunton, Mass for 21 days in one location and 15 days in Everett.

While I was in isolation after leaving the hospital for the first 20 days, I had not fully processed the information I was given that I have hypoxia; on top of that, I have been intubated 19 times, I have had TIAs, help syndrome, I now have scar tissue all over my body because I do not have IV access unless it is through a central line that I have placed at this time.

I have had 6 surgeries for kidney infections, recurrent UTI's, many types of pneumonia, pneumothorax, low blood pressure, broken ribs, avascular necrosis in my right hip and both of my shoulders from over the top steroids given by the hospitals; head contusion from falling off a horse while riding as I was getting off the horse a car drove past us, kicked up its hooves and I was slammed into the concrete while I had my foot stuck in the horse's reins so my head hit the road head first which knocked me unconscious for a while.

When I have an anaphylactic reaction, I get asthma. Still, I am allergic to all asthma medications or inhalers, and the only medication that can be used to open my bronchial spasm is decadron (a steroid) which I have also developed a mild allergy to; so IV Benadryl has to be placed before the decadron, which now my body is also having a mild reaction to Benadryl.

My body has also built up immunity to all UTI medications (which come from the VUR I was born with, and it took me 40 years to find out I was born with VUR. VUR is urine flowing down the urinary tract, from the kidneys, through the ureters, into the bladder when I was a baby, so I had to have 24-stitch surgery at the age of 5) . Invanz is the only medication right now placed with Benadryl that can be used when an infection arises.

I have AVN which stands for avascular necrosis in both shoulders (chronically), and it has spread to my feet (early stage), and right hip, plantar fasciitis, rheumatism in most of my joints. I have HM in my right eye which is hand movement. I also suffer from a hemiplegic migraine which limited my (past) left side mobility. I lost my vision on my right side because I was accidentally stabbed while taking care of my baby at the time. (I will talk about that story later in my book)

Even through all those wonderful lessons in my life: I am glad that I write everything down, and I write a lot in my diary because I suffer from memory loss, so everything I do, I have to write it down before everything is forgotten. The reason for my memory loss is the hypoxia I suffer from. Added to this, I have also had a long-term effect of Covid19. This is the reason for the title of my blog [[Before All Is Forgotten]] because there is a chance that one day everything can be forgotten but day by day, I fight the fight.

But through all of this and many other illnesses and situations that have come my way, like being kidnapped at 15. I don't know how long and left for dead before I could escape. Through all of this and the sexual and mental abuse and rape, I have not given up. God, music and this earth that we live on and a good sense of humor through the tears shed are the only things I have been able to rely on in my darkest times and my scariest days.

For one thing, the people who have been in my life, even if it was for a season, for them, I am very grateful. I am lucky to have had them in my life as university professors; I am grateful for them too. But here I am today, still smiling and making jokes and looking at life with positivity.

You know what keeps me going? The people, the teenagers, the girls in the lock-up unit who think they can't make it because no one understands them. I fight every day for them. I tell myself, "if I can do it," someone as real as me, then they can do it too; I know my story will let them know that someone cared enough to do it, so they can follow in my footsteps too and not lose hope.

I have the ability to understand these girls because I have been through hell and it has taken a lot of determination and resilience to be where I am today. Still, a lot of that I owe to these girls because every time I wanted to stop fighting I would tell myself, "I have to find a way to be an example for anyone who may be going through what I am going through right now, and I have to continue by example to help prevent so many suicide attempts and deaths in our youth today."

"My life is not to be pitied; my life is an example, a lesson, a path, a solution for all those who have lost hope. My life is hope for anyone who feels defeated, alone in despair, sick, scared, hopeless, abandoned, and possibly out of place; and I share what I do, so that everyone knows that we all have a brain, and with that brain, we have the ability to achieve anything we want! No matter what trials you have to go through; you can achieve anything! Day by day, place a mustard seed towards whatever you want, and no matter what trials you go through... Never, ever give up!"

So let’s enjoy the great feeling of our favorite lipstick on our lips or the delicious taste of cream cheese on a bagel and don’t stop realizing that one day we may not have teeth😩😂 to enjoy how good it feels to bite into an apple 🍎, or we will be too fragile to enjoy a nice car ride🚘 outdoors🏞, or the beach, a good conversation with our loved ones, a nice day in the sun, an afternoon at the movies, an in-person call and a screenshot to have memories with, etc… So enjoy the little things in life.

Mitzy Coreano 05/11/2021