Una introducción necesaria
Sin más, aquí les dejo mi entrada.
1994 está en mi calendario de vida como uno de los años más difíciles porque entre finales de octubre y finales de diciembre viví una experiencia de salud muy difícil.
Pero, antes de llegar a eso, debo explicar que en mi casa siempre fuimos personas de escasos recursos económicos; en cambio, éramos una familia rica en sentimientos de amor, afecto, cariño y unidad familiar. Por tal razón, la Navidad siempre fue una gran fiesta. Y debo decirles que, como niños, no teníamos idea del significado de esa fiesta; nunca tuvimos un árbol verdadero de Navidad porque el que lográbamos tener cada diciembre era realizado por nuestra madre y, muchas veces, los regalos eran besos, abrazos o un caramelo y un dulce.
Sin embargo, para la cena de Navidad siempre teníamos un cerdo asado porque mis padres lo criaban para ese fin. Además, la mesa se adornaba y era acompañada por otros alimentos que forman parte de la cocina tradicional cubana como el congrí oriental, la yuca con mojo, la ensalada, algunos dulces y otras golosinas que, en su totalidad, eran cocinadas por mi mamá, quien era maestra de cocina.
A la exquisita comida la acompañaban los cánticos navideños y la música que en ese momento estaba de moda.
Debo agregar que siempre era una fiesta extendida hasta inicios de año porque el 1ro de enero es mi cumpleaños.
Y, en la medida que crecimos, fui responsable de organizar esta y otras fiestas familiares.
En 1994, parecía que tendríamos unas navidades salvadoras porque Cuba estaba atravesando una situación muy difícil y esas fiestas le darían a nuestra familia un respiro de alegría muy necesario.
Pero, previo a la fecha, comencé con unos síntomas cuyo diagnóstico fue una leptospirosis complicada con una insuficiencia hepático-renal, que me tuvo durante 11 días ingresado en el hospital provincial de la provincia de Las Tunas, donde vivía, y 8 de esos días estuve en Terapia Intensiva.
Llegada la fecha de las fiestas, ya había recibido el alta médica, pero seguía muy delicado de salud. Por más que le pedí a mis padres que celebraran la fiesta como siempre, no lo quisieron hacer. Les expliqué que estaba vivo y era razón más que suficiente para celebrar, pero solo hicieron una comida decente y punto.
Ha sido la Navidad más dolorosa que he vivido, no solo por mi enfermedad, sino porque debido a mi condición médica mi familia no disfrutó la Navidad como debía y pensaban hacer.
Hasta aquí mi participación en la iniciativa e invito a mis amigos 
Nota: He utilizado el traductor DeepL Translate.
Las fotos son de mi propiedad, tomadas con mi teléfono Samsung J2.
ENGLISH
A necessary introduction
Hello to the entire 
It is a great pleasure to participate in another community initiative, although this time the publication has a certain air of sadness as it deals with a period in my life when I had serious health problems related to the initiative's theme.
Without further ado, here is my entry.
1994 is marked in my life's calendar as one of the most difficult years because between late October and late December I lived through a very hard health experience.
But before getting to that, I must explain that in my home we were always people of limited financial means; however, we were a family rich in feelings of love, affection, tenderness, and family unity. For this reason, Christmas was always a great celebration. And I must tell you that as children we had no idea of the meaning of that holiday; we never had a real Christmas tree because the one we managed to have each December was made by our mother, and often, the gifts were kisses, hugs, or a piece of candy and a sweet.
Nevertheless, for Christmas dinner we always had a roast pig because my parents raised it for that purpose. Furthermore, the table was decorated and accompanied by other foods that are part of traditional Cuban cuisine such as congrí oriental, yuca with mojo, salad, some sweets, and other treats, all of which were cooked by my mother, who was a cooking teacher.
The exquisite food was accompanied by Christmas carols and the music that was popular at the time.
I should add that it was always a celebration extended until the beginning of the new year because January 1st is my birthday.
And, as we grew up, I became responsible for organizing this and other family celebrations.
In 1994, it seemed we would have a saving Christmas because Cuba was going through a very difficult situation, and those holidays would give our family a much-needed breath of joy.
But, prior to the date, I began experiencing symptoms whose diagnosis was leptospirosis complicated by hepatorenal failure, which kept me hospitalized for 11 days in the provincial hospital of Las Tunas province, where I lived, and 8 of those days I was in the Intensive Care Unit.
When the holiday season arrived, I had been medically discharged, but I was still in very delicate health. No matter how much I begged my parents to celebrate the holiday as usual, they didn't want to do it. I explained to them that I was alive and that was more than enough reason to celebrate, but they only made a decent meal, and that was it.
It has been the most painful Christmas I have lived, not only because of my illness but because due to my medical condition my family did not enjoy Christmas as they should have and intended to.
That's all for my participation in the initiative, and I invite my friends
Note: I have used the DeepL Translator.
The photos are my property, taken with my Samsung J2 phone.