“They dismissed me as hormonal. My husband pleaded for them to intubate me, shouting, ‘The oxygen levels don’t matter—she’s in a Myasthenic Crisis!’ I tried to breathe, but my diaphragm wouldn’t move. My body began twitching, flailing uncontrollably on the gurney. I was suffocating—dying—while no one listened to him. I heard ‘Code Blue’ over the intercom… then everything went black. I wouldn’t wake up for two weeks.”
