The start of it
Going into the medical field was something I could not stomach when it came to a career. I could not express how many times doctors and nurses told me I should join the medical field. How my bubbly, warm, patient, and compassionate personality would make me the perfect fit.
As kind as their words were, the idea made me sick. I had spent my entire life revolving around hospitals, doctor’s offices, and everything else regarding healthcare.
The idea was insufferable
My earliest memory was of my paternal grandmother vomiting blood into the toilet, and not long after we had her funeral. Then a few years later my maternal grandmother moved in with us, and for the next twenty-plus years was filled with heartache, fear, and close calls. Eventually, a few years into college, we lost her too.
After losing them both, I did what I could to keep myself healthy and prevent myself from falling down the same path as those I had loved and lost.
3 Seizures changed everything
In 2019, I ended up in the hospital with no memory of the days before being admitted to the hospital. It wasn’t for several weeks for me to come to learn of three back-to-back seizures that put me in the hospital. These seizures seemed to have come out of nowhere, and the doctors did not have an explanation for what had happened. All they knew, was a seemingly healthy 29-year-old who showed
no signs of health issues
It wasn’t until an MRI showed the Multiple lesions on my brain. This stumped my neurologist, who chose to continue testing and sent me to an expert for a second opinion.
Eventually, I was left with the diagnosis of having Multiple Sclerosis.
An autoimmune disease that has no cure, and has the potential of being debilitating.
Finding what I loved
After the diagnosis, I was told that I handled it very well. I did not see it that way. After everything else I had seen, gone through, and worked through, I think my body went straight into fight mode rather than flight.
I knew I needed to fight this at whatever the cost was.