But, once again, the happy days became sad. On June 15, I stayed home from school to take care of her. Once again she was admitted to the hospital. At first, no one could figure out what was wrong. She remained in intensive care for a week. She began to do better. Then on July 10 she became very sick, and on the eleventh she almost died.
It was getting harder and harder to deal with. Every time she got really sick, she would always come back and do even better.
When the doctors finally realized why she was so sick, they put her on dialysis, a treatment for her kidneys. It seemed to work. On August 17, we visited her and she was doing extremely well. When I left, I kissed her and said, “I love you, Mom. See you tomorrow.”