My attorney called yesterday to schedule my deposition. October 31, 2016 marked the third anniversary of the start of my own private hell. I've waited so long for this malpractice/medical negligence suit to get underway, but now that the ball is rolling, I'm feeling more and more anger. I went to the ER on 10/31/2013 for an intestinal blockage. I don't really remember anything else until Thanksgiving of that year when the surgical team finally brought me out of my medically-induced coma. Even then, my memories are still extremely spotty until around February of 2014. By then, I'd already endured 34 of the 35 surgeries I have undergone thus far. Still ahead were specialty hospitals, rehab centers, learning to walk again, realizing I'd lost 130 lbs, and finally being told I would have a permanent ileostomy (VERY poorly placed by the surgeon I am suing), as well as permanent liver, kidney, spleen, and nerve damage, and a scant 110 cm of small intestine remaining. Reviewing all the data for my deposition (including masses of stuff I don't remember) is dredging up so much anger and depression that I can barely breathe. This man stole my life! Because of him, I will never have a single day without pain, will never be able to work again, am financially ruined, and can't even sit up for more than 30 mins at a time. How do I work through these feelings and find acceptance for what my life has become?
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