After 6 weeks of stay in the hospital, I finally got discharge to go home. I have been wanting to go home to be with my second family. I never wanted to be so far away from home because I always get home sick and it is not good. October 31st, I was admitted in the hospital for respiratory infection. I wasn't able to go home that Halloween Day to go trick n treating with my friends because I was in the hospital with my brother, Drew Leibrock. Of course, I was very sad because I will missed all the parties I needed to go to and the hang out with my group friends. (FYI, I have a lot of party people friends!) I never expect to be in the hospital. We only visited hospital for a check up but then the check up went to 6 weeks stay over.
I was in the hospital for one reason: lungs infection. With all the symptoms I've been having since June, we never knew that it can be something risky for me. At first, we knew I had "pneumonia" but then it wasn't that. All the Doctors been doing a lot of blood test, CT scan, X-rays, urine test, and more. I didn't know what was going on to my body. Each day, I was slowly getting so weak and getting so sick. I even told my self once, "I think this is the end of my life." I said it because I was very sick and everyone were just so busy taking care of me. I have lose a lot of weight and getting fevers every night while in the hospital. I didn't know what to do but to focus on feeling better. I started taking many pills as my medications along with pain killers. It was a bad nightmare for us!
My 18th birthday came and I was still in the hospital. I celebrated my 18th birthday at the hospital with my nurses and other staff there. My brother came to visits me and I think I had a good birthday. I haven't celebrated my birthday at the hospital but I have now. It was the saddest thing for me that I had to stay at the hospital for more weeks. Then, Thanksgiving came along. BTW, I was born November 22, few days before Thanksgiving. I was very sad on that holiday because I can't be with my family and friends. I can't be there to say "thank you" to my love ones. It was painful for me. FOr the first time in my life, I celebrated my holiday at the hospital. It was just very painful for me to imagine that I am not with my family. The hospital served some turkey, pumpkin pie, bread stuffings, mashed potato with gravy and mango juice. I didn't eat them because it didn't taste that good. "I wish I get better so I can go home soon...." is what I always pray to God. I missed my family so much. But I never stopped being so positive for my health and for my self.
December 13- I finally got released from the hospital. I was very excited to be home again for good. I was excited to see my Gramma too....God was listening to my prayers. I was feeling much better when I left the hospital. Doctors told me to always take my medications and eat more to gain weight. I did promised my self that I will not let my sickness bring me down, I will do anything to feel better.
" I was never afraid to die because I know where I am going and that God will take good care of me......."
