I was born without an Esophagus and at the time, my mom, dad and brother lived on North Vancouver Island. The Doc at the local hospital knew something wasn't right and so he sent my mom down to Victoria General, which is good because I wouldn't be writing this today. I spent the first two years of my life back and forth between Victoria General and Vancouver Childrens' Hospital and at age two, I finally had my big surgery to repair my esophagus. Even though I don't remember what went on, I am so thankful everyday for the help and care I received. I find a get very emotional when I read or listen to other people's stories and it's what also has inspired me to work in the health industry.