Llámala Trombofilia.
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Última publicación vie, sep 29, 2017
A los 18 años Viviana se ve enfrentada a una situación compleja de la cual quiere pasar de largo por el resto de su vida, olvidarla y seguir adelante.
Un simple diagnóstico cambio por completo la manera de vivir, pensar y planear para el futuro.
Ahora debe aprender a convivir con una enfermedad que no es simple, que no deja que siga su vida de manera normal y que por supuesto la hace dependiente de medicamentos.
Desconocida y todo, llamémosla, TROMBOFILIA.
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