I am a girl that's been through a lot. I'm sure I've spent more nights in hospital bed than in my own.
First, I've had lung problems (pulmonary edma, collapsed lung). Then because of my hard situation at home and depression I have developed anorexia. Really bad one, because I am 173 cm and my weight used to be 60 kg and I ended up n-tubed at weight of 28 kg. It was the time when my liver refused to work, my period stopped, it turned out I have bones of 90 years old lady, kidneys failed... My heart stopped three times and the doctors told my mom its a matter of 3 days til I am... well gone.
It wasnt. I wanted to get better. Desperately needeed to be alive. I was 17 then.
One year later I was diagnosed with MS. (accidentaly, having MRI scan because I also suffer from migraines) I started losing my sight. I am a dancer, profesional one, so this illness is also a biggest no to my dreams and hopes.
But the point of this post. Today I also had a MRI scan. Just a check up after another bad attack. I have brain tumor. Now I am just sure I wasnt meant to be alive and happy, eh. Sorry for being so bitter but it was such a bad day.