I was eight years old and scared, and had no idea what was going on

Knowing that only minutes earlier I had walked to the car, my mom helped me out and stood me up in the parking lot. My legs collapsed. I could still move them, but I couldn’t walk.

I was scared...and did not know what was coming for me next.

I was really happy because the doctor had said I would be better by then, and I was ready for this terrible nightmare to be over.

Before I knew it, I was racing across the highway. For the first time in my life, I didn’t know what to think.

When the doctors came in a little while later saying they thought they knew my diagnosis, I was afraid to know.