My Hope for Having Children: A True Story of Love, Sacrifice, Faith, Courage and Hope
I had been feeling a little bloated with a mild pain in my stomach for about two weeks but I thought it was just stress due to working 9 hours per day, taking classes on weekends, etc.
June 22, 2003
Today your daddy invited me to eat breakfast at IHOP. We like to go there for breakfast. I love their corncakes! I have promised my former undergraduate professor and longtime friend, Dr. Julia Cruz, to take her to San Francisco for her eye specialist appointment. I am going to stay the night at her place tonight to leave from her place to San Francisco tomorrow. She lives in Turlock, CA, which is 11/2 hour away from Elk Grove. Your daddy and I had a nice breakfast. I left to Dr. Cruz’ place at 2pm. I spend quality time with Dr. Cruz talking and enjoying a glass of Merlot with fruit, crackers, nuts, and cheese. At 7pm, we were having dinner at a nearby Italian restaurant close to the local university. I decided to order a Greek Feta Salad, soup and warm bread since I was not that hungry. After taking my second bite of my salad, I started feeling really awful.
Suddenly, I had to quickly excuse myself to go to the restroom. I knew I needed to leave as soon as possible because I did not understand my terrible symptoms. Why was I feeling so awful? I had never experience this appalling feeling of coldness, nauseous, weakness, etc. I remember getting up from my dinner chair, taking three steps forward, and thinking, as I saw the waiter and waitress talking to each other across the restaurant, I will need to say out loud “where is the restroom located?” because I am not going to make it….