I don't remember ever being healthy.
I suppose in the weeks right after my birth, I was a healthy girl, but I don't remember any of it.
I wasn't even a year old when my parents took me to the doctor.
They did everything they could, but while I wasn't getting any sicker, I certainly wasn't getting any better.
I was two when my sister Hollis was born. Mom and I both lived in the hospital at the time. I remember looking at her, so small, so soft-looking. But I couldn't touch her. I wasn't allowed. I was six when my parents died. I was so sick, and they were so tired. Grandma told me on that night that they had gotten sleepy while driving, and that somehow, God had led them home. I didn't believe it. I was so sick and God would take them away from me? And then Hollis left to live with Aunt Lindsey and Uncle Brian while I stayed in the facility with Grandma.
All the while, Grandma was bringing me fun games. They weren't easy at first, but I quickly got the hang of it. I didn't like them when I was little. But Grandma said if I couldn't exercise my lungs, I should exercise my brain, and so I just kept on reading….
