There is one date on the calendar which forever changed my life. It is October 10. Every year, I try to ignore the day, but its significance is etched in my mind. The anniversary marks the day my dreams were cancelled. My life went from pursuing my lifelong goal of becoming a physician to laying on the ground surrounded by broken dreams. #lifewithavent #followyourdreams #lifesupport

Growing up, I had a relatively normal childhood. When I was three years old, my mom bought me a pretend medical kit. From that moment forward, becoming a doctor became my only mission. Everything in my life would revolve around getting into medical school and becoming a physician.As I passed through high school, I took many science courses and achieved a perfect 4.0 grade point average and graduated as valedictorian of my class. I knew if I wanted to get in to medical school, I needed a solid science foundation. In college, I got straight A’s and again graduated as first in my class. I applied to medical school and was overwhelmed with joy when I received my acceptance letter. I was now on my way to fulfilling my dream.

During medical school, I became very sick with severe GI pain. Week after week, I pushed through it. I kept telling myself I would rather die than have to drop out of medical school to seek medical attention. Twelve hours after taking my last final exam, a massive ovarian cyst ruptured, sending me into sepsis with organ failure. Through a divine series of miracles, I was able to get emergency surgery, and God allowed me to live.

Prior to surgery, I was having issues with severe fatigue, muscle pain, muscle spasms and my heart raced when I stood up. I never sought medical treatment because I was assured I was healthy and nothing was wrong with me. However, after having surgery, my health could no longer be ignored.Every time I stood up, I felt as though I was going to pass out. I had a hard time walking because I became very fatigued very quickly. I was short of breath and my muscles ached. I was told by my doctors that I was just recovering from surgery. There was nothing wrong. When school resumed from winter break, I went back to class.

Three months after having surgery, I was again in the midst of my studies when I became severely ill with pneumonia. My health deteriorated even more. Suddenly, I found myself begging doctors for help.I went from physician to physician, but my health challenges were passed off. If a test was abnormal, I was told I faked the result or that the irregular result was nothing to be concerned about.Finally in July 2009, doctor number 86 suspected I had postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome which is abbreviated as POTS. He referred me on to a cardiologist. The cardiologist ordered a tilt table test, and behold, I finally had a diagnosis. I was told POTS was causing all my symptoms. If I drank water, ate salt, wore compression stockings and took a beta blocker which would help lower my heart rate, I would be as good as new. I tried all the recommendations, but my health continued to worsen. I asked my doctor if it was ok to attend medical school in the fall. He said, “Medically, there is no reason you cannot attend.” With that advice, I continued my studies.

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