Digging Up my Roots

When I was in the hospital, my condition was complicated by a simple truth.

I'm adopted, and don't know my family history.

Every nurse, and doctor in the hospital that treated me had asked if I knew if there was a family history of heart problems, or ulcers, or anything that could explain my condition. All I could do was shake my head and cry.

It brought me back to something I had been pondering since I was eighteen.  Should I look for my birth parents? 

My(adopted) parents have always been my parents, my support system and well my parents!! I always knew I was adopted, and my parents told me that there was nothing wrong with that. My mom would buy my sister and I Cabbage Patch Dolls because you "adopted" them.  Mom also told me that I couldn't look for my birth parents because she didn't want someone else to take me away. I later found out that something similar happened to them before I was born. The birth mother came back for their child....

The social worker who had worked on my case had prepared a book that I read all the time, and gave a very very vague history of my birth parents.

When I turned eighteen, finding my birth parents was of no concern to me.  I had turned out pretty decent, except for having wonky knees. Throughout my adulthood,  the thought had crossed my mind, but I never really thought anything of it.   Steph was adopted, and met her birth mom and sister before she passed away. I thought about it, but I remember what my mom had said, and I would let it go...

So the heart attack brought that thought up to the surface. I was concerned about my health, and truly wondered if I could have a disposition to other illnesses or defects. Also I wonder if I have brothers or sisters out there.

One day in February, I pulled Mom aside, and I had explained my situation, and that I wanted to look for my birth parents.  I was expecting her to break down and cry, or get overly emotional She wasn't. She was actually surprised that I was asking for her okay, and that it was for the selfish medical reason, and not any other selfish reason.


Here's my first attempt to get any info.  This is all I know really:

I was born January 8, 1980 at about 1030 am at Kaiser Hospital in Fontana.
My mom and dad were 20 at the time.
They named me Donna.

If you can help, please leave me a message.

thanks