It was one year ago today, I went to the ER since I hadn’t been feeling for a couple of weeks. I had a fever that would come and go along with body aches. Of course I was being stubborn thinking it would pass, saving my sick time to trade in for vacation time. My coworker covered my shift for me without me asking and told me to go in, I wasn’t looking too good. I figured it was Eli’s first day of kindergarten, I have some time before the boys get home, I’ll go in to be seen. Well, it wasn’t that simple. I had a fever of 108 degrees, the ER staff was in disbelief. Of course I was admitted immediately. They performed a spinal tap on me and a barrage of other tests that night. We didn’t get many answers for several days, I was a mystery. I was given high doses of antibiotics  through an IV right away. I didn’t eat for almost three weeks, bedsides a cup of yogurt that my friend Marielle fed to me at one point. It took just over a week to get my diagnosis of HLH and was transferred to the ICU at Mayo Clinic. I was experiencing organ failure, tachycardia, and had sepsis. I don’t remember much during that time.  I do remember all of the staff at OMC and Mayo that acted quickly and took such good care of me. I remember so many friends, family, and acquaintances that helped me and my family get through this difficult time. I’m so thankful for all of you.