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A long, long time ago, there was a little girl. That little girl was 8 years-old, and she went to Girl Scout camp. At Girl Scout camp, they took a hike, not knowing, how much that harmless little hike was going to change that little girl's life.
They walked through a creek, a harmless little creek. But that little girl didn't cross through that creek safely like all of the other girls. She took a step, and she must not have seen the rusty can, the rusty can that went into her foot. The Girl Scout leaders took off her shoe, her sock was soaked in blood. They put a bandage on it, thinking it would be fine. The little girl wanted to go home, she was in so much pain, but the leaders wouldn't let her.
After the weekend of camping was over, the little girl went home. She told her mom about the rusty can, and her mom took a look at her foot. She cleaned it out, there were rocks, and dirty creek water in the wound, it should have been cleaned out. The little girl's mom took her to the doctor, but it's too late they said, to get a tetanus shot. They gave her antibiotics and sent her home.
They thought she would be fine, they cleaned it out, and thought nothing could ever happen. So they sent her off to a sleepover. But instead of laughing and singing and staying up all night, the little girl sat by herself and didn't join the fun, she was still in pain, and she didn't feel like playing. The next day they went on a camping trip, with some family friends. She wasn't doing anything there either, her dad made her go lay in the tent. That night, she got very sick so they decided to go home.
At home, the little girl got the special privilege to sleep in her brother's room, since her room was in the attic. That night she was lying in her bed. Her hip was hurting, and she tried to call out to her mom. "Momma!" she wanted to say, but no words came out. She couldn't move. She rolled out of bed and crawled to her mom's room.
The next morning her mom called the doctor. "Bring her here right away," he said, "and bring her through the back doors." The little girl had a temperature of 108 degrees. It might have been higher, but that's as high as the thermometer went. They gave her an ice bath, and said she probably just has the flu. She was delirious; she didn't know who her own mother was. Her mom came in her room, and she threw a doll at her, telling her to get out. They said she'd be in the hospital for 3 or 4 days. Those 3 or 4 days turned into 9, and after that she wasn't getting better. She rode in an ambulance to Columbus Children's Hospital, a hospital that could maybe make her better.
At Columbus Children's Hospital, she still got sicker. They discovered a staph infection. Staph infections can be mild, and nothing can happen, but this staph infection was different, it could cause this girl to die. The staph infection was in her hip. That little girl was so lucky, that when she was a baby, she had hip dysplasia, causing her hip to be the weakest part of her body. The staph infection went to her hip because of this. If it wasn't for that hip dysplasia, the infection would have gone to her brain.
After a long time, the little girl wasn't getting any better. They had to cut open her hip, and clean it out every day. They gave the little girl a 1% chance to live. Her family, they thought she was going to die. They cried for the little girl, they didn't know what they would do without her.
After a while, she did start to get better. She began to improve; she was given a better chance to live. And soon, she kept getting better, it's a miracle, they say. And after 3 long months spent in the hospital, they finally said she could go home. Her family rejoiced, she would have to be in a wheel chair, but that was so much better than dying. She soon went back to school, and they built a ramp, just for her. That ramp is still there today.
That little girl is so lucky to have survived, and if she wouldn't have survived, I wouldn't be here today. That little girl is my mother, someone I don't know what I'd do without. My grandma tells me stories about how scared she was, and my mom shows me the huge scar that's left on her hip, she still walks with sort of a limp, and it sometimes causes her knee pain. But she's ok, and that's all that matters. She survived a 1% chance to live, and I don't know anyone stronger.
~Morgan612
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