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“We are not what happened to us; we are who we choose to become.” When the accident occurred, I was in my final semester of a Bachelor’s degree in Economics. After three months in hospitals, I found myself living back with my father, barely mobile and unable to care for my child or my…
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“Why run, when you have learned how to fly?” Living with a nerve injury is a constant dialogue between the mind and a limb that often refuses to listen. My journey with monoparesis began in the Intensive Care Unit, where my ankle lay completely motionless. Doctors promised gradual recovery, but for a long time,…
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As my leg began to regain its movement, it was time to turn my full attention to the “new mechanism” in my abdomen. Since the day of the surgery, I hadn’t missed a single day of the irrigation procedure—except for the day of my leg surgery. But recovery isn’t a straight line. It’s not…
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Returning home from the first surgery in Belgium felt like hitting a wall. While I had been fighting for my health abroad, my home had fallen into disarray. My husband had looked after our son, but order and cleanliness had vanished. Instead of resting, I spent my first days back exhausted, cleaning and trying…
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After months of meticulous planning to coordinate my work leave, my colleague’s vacation, and the complex paperwork for health insurance funding, the time for the big step finally arrived. My mother and I set off for Belgium again, feeling like seasoned travelers in a land that was beginning to feel familiar. A Home Away…
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While I was fighting for my dignity, life threw another obstacle in my path. For months, I balanced a dual mission: organizing my first consultation in Belgium and desperately searching for a diagnosis for my worsening foot. The Bureaucratic War This time I was determined that I will make the State join my fight.…
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The moment I decided to stop hiding, a new fire ignited within me. I was no longer a passive passenger in my own body; I became a researcher, a detective on a mission. I returned to the international medical forums, digging through clinical trials and surgical articles until I found a term that changed…
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The world doesn`t stop turning just because your world has been shattered. After the surgeries, after the hospital walls finally receded, I had to face the most terrifying thing of all: the return to “normal” life. The Sanctuary of the Office Returning to work was my sanctuary. It was the only place where I…
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The Preparation and the Weight of Silence We set off for the clinic—a somber procession consisting of my son, his father, his grandfather, and me. We had booked a hotel nearby in advance. The process there was orchestrated by consultants—intermediaries who navigated the medical bureaucracy and communicated with the doctors on our behalf. They…