When I first “woke up” from the seizures I was pretty out of it. The first clear memory I have was when I finally got over to Kaiser SJ (after being in Dominican’s ER) and they were doing an MRI. I knew something bad had happened and I was SCARED, but my first reaction was to pray. People always say “oh you’ll have the peace of Jesus with you”, etc. but it was never truer than that moment. Throughout the next 6 months just trying to navigate what was going on with my health, finding a donor, dialysis, etc. was all so easy because I faithfully rested in him.

It sounds really weird now, but sometimes I almost miss that period of my life because I had no other choice but to give it all up to Him. So thankful for that experience and how it has strengthened my faith and made me who I am today.