Day Zero

I was fairly recently told that before I was born, the doctors had thought that there was something wrong with me. They thought I would be born with some sort of defect or that it wouldn't be likely that I even make it out alive. They had asked my mom if she would like to terminate before it was too late. They gave her a choice and she said No. If it were not for that choice, I wouldn't be alive. I wouldn't be here. I would only be a memory of what might have been. The only thought of me would have been a baby with potential problems. I would never have had a chance to prove myself otherwise. I wouldn't have been given a chance of living at all. Sometimes the value of a life isn't much until it is taken away. Sometimes you have to think...what if I had never gotten a chance?