My Body Has a Mind of Its Own
I’ve always felt my body and my mind live in two different realms, particularly when it comes to my health. I was born at 27 weeks in the summer of 1993. My mother underwent a liver transplant seven weeks prior to my early arrival and was looking forward to my birth sometime in the fall. But as the universe would have it, I arrived in an afternoon in August, weighing 2lbs 2oz. I stayed in the hospital until January of ’94 and I was…