When I was nine, doctors told my parents not to expect me to live beyond the year.

 

I did.

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When I was twenty-one, my doctor told me I should not have children.

 

Today I have two man-boys.

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When I was twenty-eight and giving birth to my first baby boy, an X-ray tech came up to my room to meet me and said (sort of enthusiastically) that my lungs "look like an old,

old man dying of severe emphysema."

 

 

I said "Ta-Da!"

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A few years back, a doctor (not mine) saw an X-ray of my lungs and said, "Holy sh#@"

 

I beamed and said, "I know."

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Years ago multiple doctors told me I would need a lung transplant before fifty.

 

Today I am fifty-two with my original set God gave me.

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