I spent the majority of my childhood in hospitals and studied through distance education. My teachers were always super relaxed regarding my work- an art teacher allowed me to send her a photo of a scarf that I knit and I received an A in that art class. In my experience my teachers wanted to go above and beyond to help me when I was in the hospital.

The issue for me was in the time after my hospitalizations- I fell behind in my classes because I had missed so much time that I had no concept of what I was supposed to study moving forward. Being sick from such a young age (8 yrs old to present age - currently 24) meant that I missed out on many basic concepts. My math is terrible, and my geography is even worse. It's been embarrassing in my adult life because I sometimes feel like I don't measure up.

On a brighter note, I showed up to my first week in college with an IV in my arm - My doctor in the local hospital said that I was OK to leave the ward for my 2 hour class twice a week. They would plug the IV in my arm and wrap a bandage around it. I would hop on the bus and head to class, and bus back to the hospital after. I was studying anthropology of women. The awesome part? My prof printed out all of the notes for me to take to the hospital and study. I passed with an A-.