Kidney Failure!

When I was 17 years old I spent two weeks in the hospital. Lying in the bed day after day not knowing why I was there, added to my anxiety and depression.  The only thing that was clear was that my kidneys were failing. At this time, it wasn't Lupus. I was x-rayed, needled, and CAT SCANed to death just to be continuously misdiagnosed.  This is when the priority simply became to jump start my kidneys.  After showing signs of improvement and later total recovery, I was released from that prison without bars. Going home I was consumed with to goals: Getting back on the basketball court and getting caught up on my school work (in that order). I remember coming home from school, and doing an hour of homework, and then going to park for two hours of basketball (I was obsessed with playing). It eventually came back to me, kinda like riding a bike.  I've been asked, "why was basketball so important to you?" It was my get away, my love, my stress reliever.  It's what I did when I was angry. When I was on the court (especially by myself) it was my fortress of solitude.  I didn't know that all I had was about to soon come crashing down all around me...