I had a relatively normal childhood, as much as any childhood can be normal. I groaned about homework, played with my friends as often as possible, and I always went to Grandma’s house when I wanted some extra treats. I was just your average awkward high school student, and everything seemed fine. It wasn’t until about a month into my sophomore year when I really noticed that I felt generally unwell, and maybe had for a while. I was always tired, and the feeling didn’t change no matter how many hours of sleep I got. It became difficult to focus, and it took everything I had just to stay awake, even in the classes that I loved. Despite having always been a straight-A student, my grades started slipping as even the simplest assignment seemed impossible to do. My mom started taking me to doctor's appointments, and I was tested for everything from Mono to Leukemia. I got somewhere around ten blood tests in a 3-week period, and we were still ...