The doctor told me that I couldn’t have children when I was twenty-three years old. I felt like my world fell apart. The only thought that came to my mind was “what am I going to do now?”.
He auscultated me and then asked me “are you listening to that sound?”. I answered “yes, I am. Is it a stomach ache?”. And he told me that it wasn’t a stomach ache. I was listening to my child heart. “I can’t believe it. The doctor said that I couldn’t have children”, I replied. And he said “doctors make mistakes too”.
I was pregnant and I couldn’t believe it. What great news! I remember I was really depressed at that time. My son died forty-two years ago and I haven’t overcome his death yet.
I’ve always been a really quiet child. I lived in Las Alcaravarenas. One day, when I was taking my niece to the church to take her catechesis I suddenly saw the Virgin and started to pray. I’ve never told it to anyone. That experience gave me strength. I felt like a new person.
You can’t live in the past. You have to carry on no matter what your problem is. You can’t stay crying at home. You have to move on. With or without food. If you have to work hard, you do. If you have to ask for money at the streets, you do. But what you can’t do is staying at home, waiting for somebody to save you. You have to be strong and carry on.