GrievingGracefullyGlobetrotter

Here goes: Easter season (Lent), 1972= I was 9 months old and contracted spinal meningitis. My fever spiked at 107 degrees after being driven by the doctor himself from his office to the hospital in BR, submerged in an alcohol bath, and quarantined. The doctor told my parents IF I survived I would be deaf, dumb, blind, all three or any combination of. It's a miracle I am alive, Easter season 1988=At age 15, I was admitted into drug rehab and after the 30 days my parents were told by doctors and counselors I had a "life long disease with no cure, addiction. 30 days is not long enough she needs more." I was sent to a halfway an hour away in Opelousas, I stayed there almost a year.  It was the first time I ever in my life missed a holiday with my family because I was too new for a pass.  Also to add, this is when my dad went to work on my behalf in other ways too after hearing the dr. and counselors diagnosis.   Easter season 1989=Having recently returned home from the halfw