Appoinments

Home is suppose to be a place where no harm can come. The feeling of hopelessness was to much to hold. My next doctor appointment came on Thursday. I layed on a bed. An IV in my arm. Shots in my thighs. Special type of oxygen in my nose. Lasted about one hour. Told to come back next week. I walked out with many prescriptions that needed to be filled. As my mother drove me home I felt like crying. But no - tough Doved won't cry. Next day in yesheva, my Rebbe asked me how my appointment went. I told him it went ok. Three days later I fainted again. I didn't tell anyone this time. I thought that I just blacked out like everyone does once in a while. After my next appointment (which i didn't even tell them that I fainted again), I fainted again, and again and again. I couldn't take it any longer. What was happening to me?! To Be Continued....