Many times I have tried to make it through high schools basketball games, and many times I have failed. Between the heat, noise, and activity, my body usually gives up and I end up being “helped” (practically carried) out in front of everyone. Last night was different. I was actually able to handle school all day, go out to dinner with some friends, and then watch the whole basketball game.
Sitting at dinner, I wasn’t just a girl with a weird diet; I was a girl chatting and laughing with my friends. Then at the game, my brain wasn’t fogging up my ability to watch; I was able to keep up and cheer on my school’s team. I even got to catch up with a friend I hadn’t seen in a while. Not only did my school win, I won. It can get so depressing when my friends can go out and have fun together, but I’m stuck at home watching the world pass me by. Those times when I can just forget about my sickness and be young mean everything. I thank God for my little miracles; they give me renewed strength to reclaim my life.