“Do you think it’s time to wake her up?” “Maybe we can let her sleep for ten more minutes…” My parents thought they were being sneaky and quiet by talking in whispers, as if sharing a secret message that nobody else could hear, but I was already awake and alert. “Let’s go in.” I heard my mother’s voice coo as I braced my seven-year-old body for the terrible phenomenon about to occur. I curled up in a ball under my covers like an armadillo in the smoldering desert, as a warm tear slid down my cheek and a burst of light flooded the room. My parents walked in and shook my shoulder. I instantly started sobbing as I knew that this was something I did not want to go to at all. “This will be the worst day of my life,” I thought to myself, “...the day where I get rid of my benign tumor, the day I have knee surgery.” I reluctantly got up and gathered all my things to go, my favorite stuffed animal, Bandito, water, and the knee brace I would have to wear for about a month. We dropped my sister, Megan, off at school for her last day, said …show more content…
I walked by myself about three days after my surgery, but still needed a wheelchair to get around when I was out of the house. After about a week, I bent my knee all the way for the first time since my surgery and to celebrate, my family went on a trip to the Redwoods State Park in Felton. I was in a wheelchair pretty much the entire time, but at least my arms got a good workout! I also got many other signatures on my brace and kind comments. Although this time in my life was rough, many good things came out of it. For example, I got to do physical therapy, which I loved. I also made a really good friend in middle school because she noticed my scar. I keep this experience in mind when life just seems to be going against me, and I remember what I learned from it: When life seems to be an overall nightmare, something good comes out, just like a rainbow after a
When i Was at the mosque outside on the court while i was playing a 3 on 3 basketball game. And the teams was me, bosh and Salah vs Abu, Sunny and Musa. We started to play, and my team was down by 8 points. So i was kind of mad at my team that we was down by so much. So i told them let me take over and try to get us back in the game. So they let me take over and we went on a 7-0 run and out of nowhere we was only down by one point. Then we made a turn over, then they got the ball and they passed it to abdi. And abdi got through his defender and bosh stepped up and tried to block his shot but he head faked bosh and i step and try to block his shot and i jumped up tried to block his shot and my knee cap moved out of
When I think about the moments leading up to my diagnosis I remember feeling weak, confused, shaky and sleepy. I did not notice that I had began sleeping throughout the day. My body was craving soft drinks like soda and juice but not food. Days would go by and I eventually fell into a deep slumber that I found myself only waking up from to use the bathroom. I knew something was wrong and that if I did not get to a hospital it would get worse. Nothing could have prepared me for the life changing diagnosis I would receive.
I had just finished facing my fears watching the metallic needle slip so seamlessly under my skin into the veins of my nervous, clammy hand. Hugging my Mom like it could have been the last time I saw her, seeing my dad's face stern and worried. I wheeled down the hall into this operating room, white was all I saw, a bed in the middle for the surgery to go down. As I lay on the bed waiting to be put under I remember seeing the blue masks of the people to be operating on me, I had to put all my trust in them, trusting someone you seen for less than 5 seconds with your life. Absolutely terrifying. The nurse slipping the fluid into my IV as I lay on my back looking up at the white ceiling, this cold sensations rushed over me. Then suddenly, I was out.
Background: here is little information on whether patients who are converted to knee arthroplasty after previous high tibial osteotomy (HTO) differ from those who are operated on by a knee arthroplasty as the first measure regarding patient characteristics, pre- and postoperative motion, function, and satisfaction with the surgery.
The time was running fast and I had a couple days left to spend some time with my family and friends. At that time I realized of people I will miss, and I wouldn’t able to meet them again. Even for my parents, it was the toughest time leaving all families and friends behind and start a new life in a new place.
Overcoming an addiction to alcohol can be a long and bumpy road. Many people feel that it is impossible to overcome an alcohol addiction. Many people feel that is it easier to be an addict than to be a recovering addict. However, recovering from alcoholism is possible if one is ready to seek the help and support they need on their road to recovery. Recovery is taking the time to regain one’s normal mind, health and strength. Recovery is process. It takes time to stop the alcohol cravings and pressure to drink. For most, rehab and professional help is needed, while others can stop drinking on their own. Recovery never ends. After rehab, professional help or quitting on your own, many people still need help staying sober. A lot of time, recovering
There are some things that happen in your life that you aren’t ready for. Teenagers believe that they are invincible. When some find out that they really aren’t, it can affect their life. I use to think I was invincible. Sure, getting scrapes and bruises was no big deal to me, but I was not ready for what was going to happen. Growing up, I played softball, basketball, volleyball, and track competitively. I was addicted to sports. They were my life all year round and I was ecstatic to play all of my sports for my high school.
Hi I’m Mallorie, I’m 31 years old and this is My Arthritis Story. In the winter of 1995 at the age of 10 I came down with one of the many cases of strep throat. I started getting fevers and complaining of joint pain on a regular basis.
I do not give up. Even though when things are stacked against me, I continue to push towards my goals. I did not give up sports after my first ACL tear, nor did I after the second and I finally gave up organized sports after the third ACL surgeries but I still participate in recreational sports. I don’t think there will ever be a time when I do not participate. This may not be smart but I will not give into fear. I still have not given up when I did not have superior standardized test results! I know that I am more than a test result. I am willing to stick through the program no matter how difficult it becomes.
It’s amazing how a horrific and negative life changing event can encourage and guide you in the path of your future. The end result may not be visible when it first takes place, but the process of a recovery can be extremely educational. You see, I was provided the opportunity of job shadowing firsthand the fields of athletic training and physical therapy due to a knee injury. I believe the majority of people would consider a severely damaged knee a dramatic setback in life. I was able to find the silver lining during the recovery.
Instead of wallowing in my misery, I took initiative and made the most of my situation. One should never worry about what they can’t control. Aside from the social life issues due to my injury, I had to attend therapy for my rehabilitation. When I first started putting pressure on my ankle and flexing, I was as white as a ghost, deathly afraid that I might hurt it again. But eventually, as time went on and my physical therapist provided words of encouragement, I was able to trust my body again and have faith that my ankle would allow me to do what I was able to do before the injury. Since I had never dealt with having an action or movement temporarily taken from me, it was hard to take that first step again. Imagine standing at the edge of a cliff and staring down at an abyss. What’s down there is unknown to you and so you are unsure if you should jump or not. This was the predicament I found myself in when I had to walk to my physical therapist who stood a couple of feet away. I had to reach down inside myself and find the courage and bravery that I knew was in
In December, my father suffered a ruptured abdominal aortic aneurysm. His heart stopped twice during the operation, and he was not expected to survive. He had an intensive recovery period, and I wanted nothing more than to make him better immediately. His trauma had made me impatient and afraid to hope. I was having trouble waiting for things to unfold naturally and wanted to know what would happen in the end. Simple, everyday decisions or occurrences took on great importance.
“It’s going to be hard,” the doctor said as the surgery was completed and I was out of recovery. “What happened?” I asked a little worried about the way he was acting. “We had to remove your left eye because you had Retinoblastoma in it,” he replied. I went over to the mirror to see a patch on the left side of my face covering my left eye socket. Little did I know about how much this moment would change my life and make me who I am today.
On the day my father died, I remember walking home from school with my cousin on a November fall day, feeling the falling leaves dropping off the trees, hitting my cold bare face. Walking into the house, I could feel the tension and knew that something had happened by the look on my grandmother’s face. As I started to head to the refrigerator, my mother told me to come, and she said that we were going to take a trip to the hospital.
My father had broken his pelvis in 4 places. He looked helpless and miserable, something I had never seen until that day. Over time, he learned how to use his lower body again. With the help of my family and the support of his friends, my dad started to get better. The doctors said he would never be able to walk again, but within three months of living in his parents’ house in a hospital bed, being taken care of like a child, he gained back his strength and is better than before. Besides the emotional trauma this incident left on my family, it’s physically like the accident never even happened.