I was in 7th grade and got really sick. I was home for two weeks before my parents took me to the hospital. My left ankle was in a lot of pain, and I had to use crutches to walk. We went to the hospital on a Sunday on valentine's day. I remember going to sleep in the hospital and then I don't remember anything for weeks.
The doctors found staph in my left ankle and right hip. It also got into my blood stream and into my heart and gave me endocarditis. In other words, my heart got bigger like the grinch, but that can actually kill you.
At the worst, doctors gave me a 15% to live. My brother was on a mission and he was asked if he wanted to return home to see me. He spoke with his mission president's counselor and decided he could help me most by staying on the mission with its promised blessings for family.
I had four IVs. One in my left arm, right wrist, right neck, and my upper right chest. Tube down my throat and one up my nose. I was in the hospital for about 6 weeks. Doctors called me their miracle kid.
It's odd because I don't remember any of the worst parts. I just remember being out of the woods.