I overcame an obstacle while serving in a tour in Germany. Upon returning from Croatia after a 30-day field Exercise, I started to become very ill. I contracted jaundice, became very nauseated, and constantly exhausted. I very quickly found myself in the emergency room at an off-post hospital. The doctors checked me out and found a build up of gall stones. They ensured me that I would spend three days tops in the hospital. After clearing the gall stones, my health quickly started to decline. I started to have organ failure and my bilirubin elevated to exorbitated levels. My blood quickly became toxic. I was put into an ICU, and was attached to hemodialysis, that had two catheters in either side of my neck. I was on the dialyzer for about 3 days and my bilirubin levels dropped. After removing me for hemodialysis, my levels returned to their previous levels. I was then again returned to hemodialysis. This processed repeated itself for over a month. It was Christmas time and I did not want to burden my family. All I told them I was not able to come home this year. After about 2 months of weekly hemodialysis, they again took me off. My levels immediately returned to their previous state. They were baffled by my situation and I was met by the head doctor of the hospital. He informed me that none of their treatments were helping. My liver was too significantly damaged and my outlook was grim. I needed a liver transplant and even then, chances are it would not help. Which is when he told me that I was going to die. My chain of command assisted me in contacting my family so they could fly out and see me one last time. I was left with my thoughts for what seemed an eternity. Other than the occasional nurse visit, I was so dreadfully alone. I looked at my life and wondered if I had done enough. I came to terms with death. I did not have any other option. The doctors came in and hooked me up to hemodialysis one last time. After that round, my bilirubin levels remained lower for a few days. The doctors took a chance and sent me back to the states for further care. I spent another 5 months of constant care in Bethesda, Maryland where I was able to recover and continue on with my Army career. To this day, I am still fighting to overcome what conspired, though, I am doing better. In the military, part of leadership is sacrifice. You sacrifice your time and your families time to ensure the health and welfare of your Soldiers their Families are attended to. There was a Soldier in my charge. He started to exhibit signs of destress and anger. I knew something was wrong. I went to his barracks room that night to check on him. He was crying and had suicidal ideations. He had a plan and did not know what to do. I came in and we sat and talked for hours. I told him that I was not going to leave his side. We discussed a plan of action, and came to an agreement to seek help. I drove him to the emergency room, where he was admitted into in-patient care. I still didn’t leave his side until I knew he was going to be ok. To this day, I still talk to him. He has a wife and a daughter and says he is honestly the happiest he has ever been.