Patient 247

It took almost dying for me to find something worth living for.

Being disabled was hard enough, but being overweight and disabled? It was a nightmare. Especially when my disability was making one of my legs blow up like a balloon while doctors just ranted at me about losing weight.

I was homebound, writing romance novels just to have something to break up the monotony, and had exactly two friends who cared enough to check in on me.

And then I ended up in the hospital, flagging for sepsis with ...