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Chicken Soup for the Preteen Soul—Two Percent Is Enough  

2007-08-09 20:14:58|  分类: 心灵鸡汤 |  标签: |举报 |字号 订阅

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This article was selected by me from Chicken soup for the preteen soul. The author was a only fourteen-year-old little girl, whose name was Krissy. Maybe it's a little longer for you to read, but it's easy to understand. I'd like to tell you, my dear bloggers, it's completely worth reading whether you believe it or not.

 

Two Percent Is Enough

Author: Krissy Creager, fourteen

From the day I was born, I was a sickly, weak child who never had as much energy as a child my age should. When I turned four, everything seemed to go wrong. I had asthma and for the most part I was in constant pain. Every day, I had a nagging side pain that seemed to never go away and I was in and out of doctors’ offices many times, but they could never figure out what was wrong. “Simply growing pains,” they told my parents.

One night, I had a fever, high blood pressure, nonstop vomiting and my feet were purple. My parents rushed me to the emergency room, where they were told that I needed my appendix taken out. I lay there that night, getting worse by the minute. Finally, purple feet became numb and my stomach was empty of everything. My parents lost control of their emotions. The next morning, my urine was brown. At that point, the doctors knew it was more than my appendix.

The next day, I was taken by ambulance to Children's Hospital under the care of Dr. Kohen, a kidney specialist. I was diagnosed with a rare form of kidney disease called glumerulonephritis. After two weeks of treatment, I was still not responding. My kidneys were only functioning 2 percent of the time and if something wasn't done, I would die.

My parents were faced with choices they never thought they would have to make: steroids, dialysis or a transplant. They were told that their only daughter was dying and without vast improvement would be put on a waiting list for a kidney transplant.

That night, my dad sat down by my bed and told me that I was going to have to fight harder than I had ever fought before. All of a sudden, I reached up and—I punched him in the nose! He knew then that I was not going to give up without a fight.

The next morning I was evaluated for a transplant. I was put on a steroid. Within a couple of days, I started showing steady sighs of improvement, but my parents were told, “Krissy will never have as much energy as a normal kid, even if she pulls through.”

Within four days I was strong enough to return home. For the next couple of months, I was under constant supervision. As a four-year-old little girl, I was taking fourteen pills a day and having my blood taken every other day. Gradually, I was taken off of the medicine and my doctors' visits grew further apart. But still, I was given no chance of a full recovery.

Well, ten years later, I can proudly say, “Look at me now!” I am fourteen years old, I play four sports, I am a member of the National Junior Honor Society at my school, vice president of Student Council, have a 3.5 grade point average, and I am a living miracle to my doctors, family and friends. I thank God every day for giving me my life. Even if you are only given a  2 percent chance of survival, that's all you really need.

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