Well guys, next week marks 3 years since I first became sick. I feel a little emotional about it to be quite honest. I always think back, wishing I could tell Sydney what was about to happen. Kinda like a warning. I remember that day so so clearly. I have flashbacks, I was sitting in class (english class) icing my knee and in my volleyball uniform. I remember we had a cute trainer so I’d always go to him so he could stretch before I played in a game. I was a starter on the varsity team (since sophomore) a position I worked so hard to get. I can’t remember who we played, but I do remember what side of the court we were on. I remember playing the first couple of minutes, and then being pulled out. I remember sitting all the way on the end of the bench. I remember telling the girl next to me “what should I do?” (get up and tell coach) cupping my nose. Then the girl responded “no, just go!” I ran behind the court as fast as I could into the bathroom. Spitting blood into the sink, nothing registered. My mom came running in and said “omg!” quickly grabbing paper towel. I remember her trying to stop it and saying to her “it hurts all the way up to my brain.” I remember arguing saying to my mom I could drive. I remember driving home with my brother in the car driving on the median between two lanes. The sky was so dark and the headlights so bright it hurt my eyes. I remember lying down saying “I’m so tired.” I remember my dad getting home from work and shining a flashlight in my eyes. I remember going to the emergency room and the doctor giving me two tylenol saying “headache” in his accent. I remember the crappy grilled cheese they gave me because I was so hungry. Then, I went home and my life completely changed. You don’t forget something like that.