I am the 2nd Generation
Agent Orange Victim & Dioxin Survivor
By the time I was 20 years old I had had 10 female surgeries to remove endometriosis, cysts on my cervix, uterus and ovaries. I had been diagnosed with degenerative disc disease and had had my first of 13 back surgeries. By the time I was 21 I was forced to have a hysterectomy, which devastated me. At 26 I was told I’d never make it to 30 without being in a wheel chair. After the fusions, the discectomies, the laminectomies, the spinal blocks, caudal blocks and a pain medication list that would blow anyone’s mind, I spent a good bit of time on a cane, in a wheelchair and on a walker. There are more back surgeries in my future, a wheel chair as well. But I am my father’s daughter and I will continue to walk, I will continue to fight.
I have begged God for relief, as I listened to the doctors tell me that my youngest child was born with a heart defect, as I waited outside the operating room for her heart surgery to be over. I pray every night that my unborn grandchild will be spared the misery of Agent Orange.
I have stood at the Vietnam Wall and felt the presence of so many heroes.
I have wept at the torture that we the 2nd generation and the generation before and after suffer every day.
I have sworn to tell my story to any one that will listen. I am just one of many that will never know what a life without pain feels like. Yet, I am proud to be the 2nd generation, the daughter of a hero.