How I Escaped After Being Trapped Inside My Own Body for 12 Years

Part One My mother looked at me, her eyes filled with tears. I wished that I could reassure her, stand up from my wheelchair and leave behind this shell of a body that had caused so much pain. "You must die," she said slowly. "You have to die." The rest of the world felt so far away when she said those words. She got up and left me in the silent room. I wanted to do as she bid me that day. I longed to leave my life. As time passed, however, I gradually learned to understand my mother's desperation and forgive her. Every time she looked at me, she could see only the ghost boy who had been left behind after her once healthy son fell sick. Aged 12, I had come home with a sore throat in January 1988 and never returned to school. In the months that followed, I stopped eating, started sleeping for hours each day and complained of how painful it was to walk. As my body weakened, and so did my mind: First, I forgot facts, then familiar things like watering my bonsai tree, and finally even faces. My muscles wasted, my limbs became spastic, my hands and feet curled in on themselves like claws. I was completely unresponsive, and the doctors couldn't diagnose what had caused it. I was treated for tuberculosis and cryptococcal meningitis, but no conclusive diagnosis was made. Medication after medication was tried -- to no effect. After about a year of tests, the doctors confessed they had run out of options. All they could say was I had a degenerative neurological disorder, ...
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