I was having a great school year at Merriwether Middle School. I was a successful and respected teacher. I was employed at a school full of people that I considered my extended family and I loved going to work. I was even honored as Teacher of the Year at MMS.

Then in February I woke up feeling sick and was treated for an ear infection. But as the days went by I got worse, my legs stopped working all together and I couldn’t walk. After many tests the doctor finally diagnosed me with Guillain-Barre Syndrome. I had never even heard of it, but now I had it! I was devastated to learn that I was not expected to be able to return to school that year. The doctors told me that it would take months and maybe even years to recover completely. I looked right at them and declared, “No, I will be back to my kids this year. You don’t know me and you obviously don’t know my God.”

Guillain-Barre Syndrome is a virus that damages the covering on the the nerves and keeps them from receiving the messages from the brain. After the final treatment in the hospital, I was moved to an inpatient physical therapy hospital, where the fight for recovery would really begin. I would have to prove my determination and my faith in God. There was no time for a pity party.

Physical therapy (PT) was slow and difficult, but I was soon making progress. I was using a walker two weeks after starting PT and my therapists were stunned at my progress. I reminded them that through Jesus Christ I was going to be the miracle they had never seen. Finally, I was released to go home. I was in a wheelchair and using a walker, but I was going home and then returning to my kids. That was all that mattered to me. I missed them and I know they missed me.

With faith, determination and hard work I recovered in record time and finished out the year with my students. I am thankful to God.