If you know anything about boxing, or combat sports in general, a sound you hear often is the sound of a horn or a bell. The bell signals the beginning of the fight, the end of the round, the start of the next, and the end of the fight.
There once was a kid with big dreams: Graduating from Yale (inspiration credit goes to Rory Gilmore, who had been an idol), becoming a doctor or a veterinarian or something with animals in general, whatever was inspiring at the time of the question. It was rare to see anything less than perfection to almost perfection on her report card. School was something that was lived for, few complaints about homework (if it wasn't done at school already by the time she came home), always begging to be able to go on any trips with her gifted class to tournaments, and GPA never dropped below a 3.5. Church was treated the same way, living for Christ, faith never wavering, and at VBS as much as possible come summer.
I've been here before. Many times.
She had kidney disease. It wasn't food sensitivity. It wasn't something that just wouldn't go away.