My life struggle. Got back from living dead to life

It all started with a rare fungal infection attacked my brain and later thought disorder followed. I was thirteen and things were out of control, I kept on vomiting for months on end and there was nothing left in me but the will to hold on. My parents showed me to different specialist doctors out there and they kept giving me different medicines without any improvement in my condition, till my parents one day took me to emergency of a private hospital, as I collapsed owing to vomiting all day long, there the doctor on duty sensing my grave and complicated situation advised my parents to show me to a young MRCP doctor who recently returned from UK after completing his degree, after examining me he said that maybe there's something in the brain that is trigging vomiting and MRI of the brain must be done urgently, which  was done in the morning, after reviewing MRI he said that I would die if not treated immediately and neurosurgeon must put a shunt in my brain to control the ventricles outflow as all four were completely blocked and my brain was completely filled with fluid. my parents took me to neurosurgeon without wasting any more time. The neurosurgeon assessed my situation as critical and performed the surgery the next day. As I was suffering from malnutrition, it took months to recovery and suddenly from frying pan into the fire came the thought disorder and depression, which led to psychiatric treatment, for a while I was alive again and all my exams were affected, I was so behind  all my friends got ahead, I started studying privately because of my thought disorder, which started making an alternative reality for me. I decided to go to another school to complete my o levels and got into a fight and hated my life there and I was lost. Then at seventeen my thought disorder became worse and my family showed me to a different psychiatrist. I started rebelling against my family and hated everything around me. Seeing my worsening condition my parents showed me to number of psychiatrists and then my vomiting started again with one of their medicines and I had to be given a drip to get some energy and out of nowhere I had severe acute pancreatitis and it felt like I had been shot seven times in my stomach, with pain that simply cant be endured by a normal human being, I was admitted to a private hospital in a critical condition, the doctors put me in ICU where I stayed for a month before they pronounced that I am out of life and death situation, thereafter I stayed for another month and half in hospital and under went six abdominal surgeries before I was finally discharged. The agony of my life did not stop there, during my recuperation from fatal condition once again my world turned again and I developed a condition of hydrocephalus owing to fungal mass completely engulfed my brain and upper part of my spine. Once again I was hospitalized and stayed for more or less two months and underwent four brain surgeries with three shunt replacements owing to fungal colonization of shunts and one abdomen surgery to clear the debris of half dead pancreas. My elder brother who loves me left his job at Lahore to immediately come to take care of me at Islamabad, he stayed with me throughout my stays in private hospitals with my father and mother taking turns intermittently. After seven abdomen surgeries and five brain surgeries, in a span of five years, I finally recovered from my illness. All that time my family was my source of strength and my unflinching will power and refusal to give up brought me back from hell on earth. Now I am twenty and trying to rebuild the thread of life from where it was broken.