Personal Narrative: Kawasaki Disease

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Life isn’t fair. It never is. Some people don’t get sick. Some people are sick at birth. Some people heal, others don’t. All people deserve a chance. The unfortunate thing is that not all people can get those chances. Opportunities rush past, but some people can’t grasp ahold of them. They sit, confined to crutches, wheelchairs, even hospitals. They sit and watch, as opportunities rush by. When I was born, the doctors noticed something strange. Something wasn’t quite right with one of my organs. They looked into it and found that the problem was a weaker variation of Kawasaki disease. Kawasaki disease is a heart disease where the cells in your heart don’t recognize friendly cells and attack them, creating an inflammation. It’s a rare disease, found mostly in Japanese patients like me. It is also known to weaken the heart, sometimes to the point of not being able to do physical activity. But in this case, the doctors healed it, dismissed it, and moved on. It happened again when I turned three, but again I was healed from it. The day I was taken back to the hospital for a third time for Kawasaki is still engraved in my mind. I was five years old, and I was pretty smart. I recognized the…show more content…
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