Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome Analysis

While this was expected, my emotional and mental health also took a toll. I was drained and overwhelmed after the continual spew of information from the doctors. The feelings of sickness and worry was making it hard to do much of anything, especially when at school. It was evident that constantly thinking about the problems that could arise was not helping me complete everything that had to be done. My life continued to spiral as I struggled to keep up with my physical and emotional health on top of the mountain of work expected from me.

For four months I sat back in an air padded boot and tried to stay as healthy as possible without exercise. To do this, I ate strictly healthy and not many carbs. The next step to take was to stay closely involved with my team so when I did come back, I would not have been left behind. And all of this occurred while I was still in school It was harder for me to get to classes on time while I was on crutches; especially when the class was on the second level. But I never let my grades slip.

Not being able to keep up with my classes lead me to having to take incompletes in a couple of my classes and making them up at a later date. Through my freshman and sophomore year I struggled to heal and spent most of my time with doctors rather than teachers at school. Once my junior year came, I started to return to my old self and began being able to handle

I had to fight myself and stay up late to study every day. I have never missed any assignments on any of my classes. This semester my goal is to get into the nursing program which is very competitive and requires very high grades. So far I am doing good in all my classes and I am happy that I did all of this as an

In the 9th grade, my grades dropped significantly. Practices with the academy was 45 minutes away. I had to carpool with other team mates, leaving school 30 minutes after it was done, and not coming home until aroun 9:00pm. This schedule repeated itself Monday through Thursday. Since being diagnoised with Osgood-Schlatters, I began to be extremely passionate about pursuing a career as an orthopedic surgeon.

Throughout high school, I have not missed many days even when I am sick because I follow through with my commitment of being a student and am liable for getting my work done and being on time. Positive behavior should always be demonstrated wherever

The Story of the Sickling 2/24 Kid On February 24th, 1998, I was born in Miami, Florida at Jackson Memorial Hospital. On February 24th, 1998, I was also diagnosed with Sickle Cell Anemia. When I was old enough to remember, I realized the hospital was my second home. At the time I wasn’t aware what was wrong with me, but simply living was becoming tougher than it should be.

Some time passed, but fortunately enough, the Women’s, Children Pediatric M.S. Center of Buffalo New York reached out in hopes of helping me overcome my extremely rare medical

and I was taken to the hospital. My mother didn’t know what to expect and she started crying because being a young mother seeing her child in excruciating pain was a lot to handle. I’ve learned a lot about myself living with this disease. If I was born without Sickle Cell I wouldn’t be the person I am today.

Despite the challenge, I managed to earn decent grades that I was still proud of. Unfortunately, to

Everything began when my mother was diagnosed with colon cancer. As her condition deteriorated, the task of caring for my younger brother and niece fell on my shoulders while my older sister worked to support us. I also had to help my mostly bedridden mom care for herself. Consequently, I was extremely busy at home and therefore, often missed school.

The reason that I want to share this story, is to show people who are in currently in high school that it is acceptable to fail. While it is not okay to accept failing as an option, if you tried as hard as you could and still ended up failing, it is actually

I was one of those people that wanted everyone to know I was sad and have sympathy for me. People at my school started to report my state to the office who would then contact my parents. The people in the office had no idea what it was like going through someone you're very close with not wanting to live anymore. Seventh grade I switched schools. This is about the time I started self-harming my body.

and I managed to pass the class with a B. My weakness this year was probably not having enough sleep. I get cranky when I don’t get enough sleep, and I realized I can’t focus when I’m in class. My strength this year was probably becoming more organized and setting a specific schedule for myself everyday. Since I have to work, I need to make specific time for my homework. I also need to have specific time to shower and get ready for school in the morning.

I didn’t tell anyone for a while. Not my teachers, siblings, or even my family. My parents still don’t even know. My other friends at that time never really understood that I was getting bullied but that’s because I didn’t tell them either. It was really complicated because whenever someone saw that I was down and they asked if anything was wrong, I would act like nothing had happened the rest of the day but inside, only I knew that I was being bullied in the sixth grade.