I’ve struggled with health complications since I was ten years old. But these past few years have been some of the toughest. Two years ago I had my leg amputated due to a serious infection, and a year later I started dialysis treatment after my kidney began to give out.
My family has kept me strong through all my health scares, but after my dad’s passing five years ago and my brother’s sudden death in a car crash last August, it’s been a constant battle to keep my spirits up. Now with dialysis I spend so much time away from my family during treatment. When I’m home I often feel so sick or weak that it’s hard to enjoy time with my children and husband.
Someone usually goes to dialysis with me to make sure I’m safe, but the day I lost consciousness in the lobby my husband wasn’t able to join me. I don’t know how long I was unconscious – all I remember is that I woke up with a nurse standing over me saying, “You’re okay. Your ride is here.” The nurse only discovered me passed out in my wheelchair because she came out to the lobby to see if any patients were waiting for their appointments. By chance, I was buckled into my wheelchair – if I hadn’t been, I would’ve fallen to the ground.