Consequently, I was forced to miss a week of classes due to what I believed to be a basic sickness. At the end of that week I knew something was more than wrong. I lost nearly twenty pounds and consistently struggled to hold down a meal for practically seven days. I began seeing doctor after doctor trying to improve myself, but to no avail. Often times I would be obligated to ask my brothers to drive me, as I was far too weak. Eventually I was given prescriptions that would help me eat and I began to gain my strength back to finish the semester. During that summer all I knew was that I needed to get