Although I was born healthy, the normal-happy-kid-thing didn’t last long. At age eight, I started having trouble walking long distances and standing for prolonged periods of time. My legs would get all wobbly and the room would get swirly and I would just feel exhaustion sweep over me like a blanket covering me from head to toe. I would just want to lie down on my bed, curl up around my collection of teddy bears, and take a nap, and that was even before I developed a brain tumor.
Things had significantly deteriorated by the age of nine. By the age of ten things were so bad that I’d had my first hospitalization because it became physically impossible for me to hold down any food or drinks. I ended up with my first NJ tube and my first surgery. The diagnosis was gastroparesis. The rest of my childhood was spent … Find Out What Happens Next
