I was 8 when I had meningitis. I awoke and couldn't speak or walk or control my bodily functions.
I slipped into a coma and the doctors told my parents I was very ill and wouldn't survive. My parents prepared for my burial, then came back to the hospital and much to their surprise I was sitting up looking for something to eat.
Now almost 60, I have partial paralysis, painful joints, my behaviour is sporadic. My legs are weak from the spinal tap and depression is a big issue. I get so down with my limitations I cry a lot, and really push myself to the limit. It's a horrible challenge.