I didn’t want to trapped inside myself anymore and didn’t want to be afraid of what the world could do to me. So I just decided not to. My first year was rough, I had a lot of bullies, they didn’t like that I was trans, they scared of me, and hated. I didn’t understand it and tried it alone, but it got nowhere. By sophomore year I had changed the way I did things, I built a support system, and I defeated what was keeping me down.
When I was first diagnosed with ulcerative colitis, a common colon disease, I had no idea what it was. It wasn’t until several tests and explanations from multiple doctors that my parents and I started to understand the extent of the problem. Although it didn’t seem like it would be a big deal, it quickly took over my entire life. Dealing with the condition meant chronic pain, medication, and many more doctors’ visits. Fortunately, my case wasn’t too severe.
The reason for this extensive amount of testing is because you can’t test Rheumatic Fever directly, just the bacteria that caused it which is strep. I had so many blood tests that I started comparing the nurses that withdrew the blood. To fight this predicament I began to take penicillin one shot a month or one pill a day. I tried both and soon learned that the pills were definitely the better choice. Unfortunately, according to my profession, if I’m around people at my job I have to take it for life, or if I’m not around people for the majority of my job I only have to take it until I’m twenty one.
The cause of this emergency was an abdominal aortic aneurysm pulsating in the left side of my stomach. A mere seven percent represented my survival rate. Panic and powerful drugs blurred my memory. But, I will not forget the moment my mom gently touched my hand. She said, “Everything will be okay sweetie, I’m never letting go.” The rough and dragging recovering process began after that experience I will never forget.
This patient is 1 year post second bilateral lung transplant and completely immunocompromised from CF and the transplant. One week prior to developing symptoms of high fever, headache, and vague abdominal pain the patient had their stent removed that was placed for treatment of choledocholithiasis, gallstones. This case is presented as rare case due to the imaging of patient virtually identical to a inflamed swollen pancreas (acute interstitial edematous pancreatitis). With further testing and increase of symptoms candida albican infections, a type of yeast infection, was concluded. It was successfully treated by antifungal therapy.
While I do not consider it a failure now at the time I was definitely frustrated with myself and considered it a failure. When I had to repeat my junior year I was mad at myself for not be able to complete the school year. As time went on I was able to focus on the positives in the situation and I was able to finally accept that I was not prepared for my senior year both emotionally and academically considering I missed so much school. If I did continue on to senior year I would not have been close to prepared as I am now for college. I ended up repeating my junior year due to the fact that I missed close to two-thirds of school due to a medical condition.
I had a BMI of 37 going into my freshman year of college and my physician warned me numerous times to change my lifestyle. I dismissed their warnings with youthful ignorance. However, there I was laboring away on that treadmill, with only one response to those thoughts begging me to quit, “This pain is nothing compared to how you felt that day.” My dad was never out of shape, but he also wasn’t as healthy as his physician asked him to be. That fact did nothing to stop the heart attack he suffered months before my freshman year at Iowa. There laid my dad, unconscious with tubes protruding
We waited in the emergency room for an excruciating hour and a half till they took me to get x-rays and finally some pain medication. They wrapped my swollen ankle up and told me to go home. The whole way home I feared that I would never play again. A week later I had
and there was nothing I could do about it. A few weeks had passed and my rash had finally dissolved. I had to relearn how to move my left knee and to walk efficiently, because I was on crutches for a month. This was definitely a challenge for me, it hurt to move my left leg, and thinking about walking was a different story. Even though after a few months of my father and my surgeon telling me that I would not be able to play sports, it had finally hit me what they were saying was true.
Running should never become their entire life. I’ve always felt that self-discipline was the key to success in everything you do in life. I still do, probably more so today than I ever did. But, what has changed for me was the way that self-discipline was applied to not only myself but to the hundreds of people that I’ve coached over the years. In my early years of coaching, I was adamant that to get to the top was hard, but staying on the top was even harder.