Can you make me cry by telling me your most heartbreaking yet very inspiring life story?

Answer 1

OK, get comfortable. I've been sick all my life. When I was 16, I found out I had kidney disease and would someday need a transplant. I began dialysis at age 24. At 27 I let my mom give me her kidney. It was very difficult for me to do, but dialysis was tough on me due to a blood clotting disorder that I have. We had the surgery on February 23, 1999. There was an error in the O.R. and my heart stopped for five minutes. There was no blood flow to the new kidney and I lost it 11 days later. It was a difficult time for my entire family, I almost passed away. I went back on dialysis. 1 and 1/2 years later, I had another transplant. It was a donation from the family of a young man who was hit by a vehicle while rollerblading. It never really worked that great and after 2 years I contracted a virus and was very ill. I lost the kidney. Back to dialysis. I was losing my fight. The doctor's were having trouble keeping my access sites working due to my blood clotting disorder. I was running out of sites. They told me that it would be difficult to find another donor because I had antigens of my own and from the 2 previous kidney donors. I had to find one that matched. I entered the hospital one night with a 104.7 degree temperature. In the morning, the docs came in the room and said "We have a decision to make. There is a kidney available in Missouri. (I live in Maine) It matches. This has to be your decision." The problem being that I had bacteria in my blood from an infected dialysis catheter in my chest, and I would need to be flooded with immunosuppressant drugs if I were to get the kidney....you get the picture. I decided to go for it, what did I have to lose?? They pulled the chest cath and pumped me full of antibiotics. The next morning, I got the kidney. The doctor's said it began working right away and turned a healthy, beautiful, pink. It was my miracle. It's been 2 years now, and depsite some other health problems due to my clotting diorder, the kidney is working better than any of us ever expected. (Knock on wood!) I am enjoying my summer and my life. The journey has been long and rough, and probably not over, but life is worth the trip. LeAnne

Answer 2

I am originally from Somalia. When I was 3 years old militia men came to my house and broke down the door when I was being breast fed from my mother. The ripped me from her teet and threw me on the ground. They then grabbed my mothers breast and ate it. Then they grabbed my dad's head and put it up a camels bottom. Now when I see a camel's bottom I cry because I think of my dad with out air. I relive the moment every time. I see him trying to push his head out then going limp when his oxygen ran out.

Very sad.

Answer 3

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Answer 4

I can. My most heartbreaking story would be the death of my mother. She died at a mere 53 years old. My ma was the favorite on the block, she cooked for everyone. She loved all my friends. They loved her truly, fantastic woman she was.

My mom had crons and colitis, a very painful disease if you had one of them, she had both. She was sick alot, but still was able to care for me, my brother and younger sister. I can still se her on the couch crying and trying not to show her pain. I remember her last days on earth. My brother, sister and myself thought we would give her a suprise birthday party (her birthday is June 21, first day of summer) she felt terrible and we forced her to go. We only had us there, my brother, sister and myself to keep is easy for her. Well she was shocked when she came into the room to find a cake, KFC (her fav) flowers and us. She laughed and cried that day. It was beautiful.

The next night she had some pains and wanted to go to the hospital, we thought it was indesgestion from KFC, kinda shrugged it off, couldn't be anyting seriuos. It was. Her gall bladder had given out, poisened her body sent her into septic shock, followed by all of her organs shutting down. She died exactly 5 days latter. My Aunt came to my house at like 11:00 at night because he had a 'feeling'. We got ther in time to be with her when she died. The doctors gave us some time with her and told us she was pretty much gone at that point. they told us she can no longer understand what we are saying, she is not here. No matter what they said as the time got closer to her slipping away there were tears, she cried. They said she was gone but as we kept telling her we loved her that steady stream of tears kept flowing. She knew. She died with us with her and she cried the whole time. It was horrible, we kept telling her it was OK to go. Finally she did. My dad broke, never ever saw him cry and he sobbed heavily. He held her hand and begged her not to go. He promsed her to take care of us.

After we left the hospital that August the 8th, she died at 4:17am, and we left in the early moring hours must have been about 6:am it was a warm humid night, like in the high 80's at 6am. We all went back to our house. 2 things happend to us. First we walked up into the yard and there was this bush she kept trying to make bloom but never did, well this bush had the biggest prettiest flowers you have ever seen. We all stood in awe. Then we went into the house and my mom had this clock, an anniversary clock with the ball at the bottom that would spin (another thing in our house that never worked, we all remember her working on that thing for years) Well the balls were spinning and to this day that stupid clock till works. My inspitation was that she kept us going even after death, she still was albe to push us into going to school to succed, to wish, to dream, and to always have hope. In death she taught us what it is like to live and relish every moment we are lucky enough to be here. She is and always will be with me. The strongest woman I have ever known.

Answer 5

Probably, but it would take a couple hours, and it would make me cry too! Good question-

Answer 6

There are four story tellers: Matthew, Mark, Luke and John. Maybe you should look there first.

Answer 7

Probably, but that's private. Why do you want to cry? That is more about you than my story...

Answer 8

Naw I could not because I have read other questions you have posted and you enjoy messing with people.

Answer 9

Just a question, why do you want to cry!? Now isnt that silly!??

Answer 10

just watch 'Forrest gump'......my life is still under construction...