I've been told that I'm strong, kind, gentle, and a good listener. I don't know so much about the whole strong thing; I am what I am and deal with what I have to...
In March 2005 I was diagnosed with Guillain-Barré Syndrome. It's a somewhat rare neurological syndrome which strikes roughly 1 in a hundred thousand. Basically, your immune system goes berserk and attacks the insulation layer of the nerves.
Sound painful? It is. I've never endured so much pain in my life. Twenty-two hours of labor and two c-sections were nothing in comparison... In a matter of a few days, I was hospitalized and on a ventilator because I could no longer breathe on my own; GBS had affected the nerves that made my diaphragm work.
Fast forward 6 weeks: I've been in a rehab facility learning to walk again, to take care of myself, to be self-sufficient again. For the next 7 months I will live at a dear friend's home because my home has many steps and I am unable to climb steps at this time.
Later that summer after a routine blood test comes back with some odd results, I find out that I have been infected with Hepatitis C. My world is in a tailspin again.