Tsiala: Probably I have. But my illness is insidious - I began to forget everything. Or rather, I forget all the good things that happened in my life... But I remember the bad. Sometimes I think: maybe there was nothing good? I remember I was an orphan. I remember how my dad died, how I buried my mom, and my brother, and his son. I remember my daughter was diagnosed with cancer at a young age and her breasts were amputated. My son has diabetes too. They cut off my legs in 2011 due to diabetes. When they cut off one leg, my husband, my dear one got so worried, that he died of a heart attack - his heart could not stand it. And then they cut off my other leg too.