Humble The Poet, an author, once said, “life doesn’t start after the obstacles; life is the obstacles.” Many think that once they get over the obstacle, they can move on. They fail to understand life is a obstacle. This idea drives my story, and my obstacle of life in which I was given a new life to live, that without it not only is my application incomplete but so am I. Imagine being a little kid constantly having to worry if tomorrow will ever come. When I was 3 years old, I was diagnosed with a kidney disorder. It all started with a small flu I had gotten from my brother. My brother was treated, however I was not and slowly the virus went through my body and infected my kidneys. It was the Labor Day weekend in 2001, when my parents rushed me to the hospital because my body was swelling up. When we reached the hospital, the nurses put over 50 different needles in me so they could run IVs and blood works. Even to this date, I still
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I remember looking at my mom, when the doctors told her that I had kidney failure, it looked like someone drained the life out of her. She refused to believe any of it, and accused the doctors that they didn’t know what they were saying and how someone my age couldn’t be diagnosed with that. Later that week, I was taken to a nephrologist, who diagnosed me with nephrotic syndrome minimal changes, and said that the only way to save me and my kidneys was to either treat me with medicine or put me on dialysis. My parents refused to put a 3 year old on dialysis, so I was treated with medicine until I was 12 years old. Within this time period, I was constantly in and out of the hospital, sometimes for days, weeks, or even months. I missed so many weeks of school and fell behind in everything. I remember how every time I would end up back in the hospital, the nurses would say “she’s back again”. and as much as I hate to say this, but the hospital became my second
I remember looking at my mom, when the doctors told her that I had kidney failure, it looked like someone drained the life out of her. She refused to believe any of it, and accused the doctors that they didn’t know what they were saying and how someone my age couldn’t be diagnosed with that. Later that week, I was taken to a nephrologist, who diagnosed me with nephrotic syndrome minimal changes, and said that the only way to save me and my kidneys was to either treat me with medicine or put me on dialysis. My parents refused to put a 3 year old on dialysis, so I was treated with medicine until I was 12 years old. Within this time period, I was constantly in and out of the hospital, sometimes for days, weeks, or even months. I missed so many weeks of school and fell behind in everything. I remember how every time I would end up back in the hospital, the nurses would say “she’s back again”. and as much as I hate to say this, but the hospital became my second