有关奉献与牺牲的英语小故事有哪些啊?

有关奉献与牺牲的英语小故事有哪些啊?
有关奉献与牺牲的英语小故事有哪些啊?

有关奉献与牺牲的英语小故事有哪些啊?
This story was originally titled "My Heart Will Go On" in the March 2009 issue.Subscribe to Canadian Living today and never miss an issue!
It is spring 1996.I wake up in the transplant unit of Toronto General Hospital.For almost seven years,I had struggled with mysterious joint pains and a weakening heart,which even top medical specialists couldn't explain.Then,doctors diagnosed me with a rare disorder that was supposed to affect only men and spare the heart.Still,my heart worsened.Finally,an unknown heart donor saved my life.This is the first day of my new life – as a survivor and an advocate.
I grew up in Cairo,Egypt,the daughter of an agricultural engineer and a member of parliament forced into hiding when King Farouk was overthrown in 1952.I received my electrical engineering degree at Cairo University before coming to Canada in 1970,where I started working in technical maintenance at CTV and then CBC.Eventually,I became a journalist,emulating my aunt,Amina El-Saïd,a pioneering magazine editor and feminist.
Unexplainable symptoms
For years,I successfully produced documentary films for CBC's Man Alive series,but then,in 1989,my health took a dramatic turn for the worse.I had always been exceptionally fit,making a point of getting regular exercise,but I started experiencing odd pains in my wrists and shoulders,and periods of weakness during which I had to literally drag my legs to move anywhere.For someone so active and driven,this slowdown was abnormal and frightening.
Suspecting some type of arthritis,Dr.Susan Brunt,my family physician,sent me to a rheumatologist.After several referrals to other specialists over the next two years,I was eventually diagnosed with lupus,an autoimmune disorder in which the body attacks its own tissues.
But lupus didn't make sense.The disorder typically targets younger women in their childbearing years.I was 49.
As well,lupus didn't seem to explain my tightening chest pains.I was convinced there was something very wrong with my heart.But none of the cardiologists I had seen could find anything wrong.The intense chest pains persisted.Everyone was baffled.So it was back to the drawing board.
As experts pondered the cause of my symptoms,my health continued to deteriorate.One of the few physicians who listened to me was Dr.Dafna Gladman,deputy director of the centre for prognosis studies in rheumatic diseases at Toronto Western Hospital,who admitted me at once for a cardiology consultation.It was through her that I met Dr.Robert Iwanochko,the cardiologist who identified the cardiac involvement of Fabry disease,an X-related chromosome disorder that causes an enzyme deficiency,which results in the accumulation of a toxic lipid in organs such as the kidneys.
Meanwhile,I was also sent to Dr.Joe Clarke,former head of the division of clinical and metabolic genetics at the Hospital for Sick Children.After carrying out numerous tests,Clarke concluded that I likely carried the gene for Fabry disease.He and his colleagues were surprised,to say the least.The prevailing assumption was that while females transmitted the gene for Fabry,only males could develop symptoms.But here I was,a female with symptoms!