How Surgery Affected My Life

April came and it was time to face the fear of my first surgery. “When everything feel like an uphill struggle, just think of the view from the top.” A quote that my parents told me right before I went under anesthesia. The first weeks were tough and were only the beginning of my uphill struggle. Not being able to compete in the sport that I love, having to watch and not compete made me feel as if there was a open pit in my stomach that would never be filled. With having a six month recovery from a hip surgery wasn 't something that I thought that I would have had to encounter being only 15.

A significant challenge that I faced in my life occurred when I suffered a traumatic brain injury in 8th grade. Due to the injury I faced, I was unable to attend school for about a month, and I had to undergo multiple therapies over the span of two years. During this difficult time in my life, I learned that sometimes people judge a person unfairly. While I went to therapy, I looked normal. I did not have any physical obscurities, and this gave people the assumption that I was “normal” and that I could pursue the same activities as them with the same vigor.

The dreadful day was arising. After infinite operations and medications, the conflict would be over. What was that conflict? Daniel Kyle Chalfant had been diagnosed with brain cancer fifteen months before losing the fight. He spent that time in and out of the Reading Hospital, giving him and his family hope just to rip it away.

One week, they took me to a clinic because my body just shutdown.But even worse, the day I almost couldn 't take it anymore was when my dad went to the U.S but we couldn 't join him because didn 't have papers. Literally from there, everything was pitch black to me and I stayed from school for a couple of weeks.From then on, I completely rejected God. All my life I was a good child so I don 't know how his could

Olympic tryouts were approaching in one week and four days, leaving Amanda a limited amount of time for her traumatic ankle injury to heal. Pondering about the thought of the Olympic tryouts and her ankle, she was left not knowing what to do. At last Amanda made the decision to train even though her ankle was severely injured, but Taurus did not support her on this idea. Taurus repeatedly reminded her that the doctor instructed her to allow at least three weeks for her ankle to heal. Amanda 's thoughts started to overcrowded with the possibilities of something going terribly wrong.

I went through a very painful surgery, and six months of physical therapy. I was determined to gain the strength back in my knee, so that I could get back on the basketball court. Unfortunately, I could not play my Junior year because,the doctors said that my knee was still weak. I missed playing with my teammates, and I missed the overall competitive and focused feeling I got from

One of the commitments I 've made is that we 're going to straighten out the whole situation for our veterans. Our veterans have been treated horribly. They 're waiting in line for 15, 16, 17 days. Cases where they go in and they have a minor, early-stage form of cancer and they can 't see a doctor. By the time they get to the doctor, they 're terminal.

However after practice that night my family and I began to get worried as my symtoms of a concussion were getting more severe. The next morning my doctor had confirmed that I did infact have a concussion. As a result I would be out of cheer and tumbling for four weeks, but I would be back tumbling just in time for

Music has always been a big part of my life, so when I devoted a year of practice to making a program and didn’t make it I was heartbroken. Ever since I first heard of the all-district band in seventh grade, I have worked and tried to get into it. In eight grade I got my first opportunity to try out for all-district band and I was extremely nervous and excited. I had spent countless hours memorizing scales and learning my solo and I even got private lessons for a bit to help learn everything. The day of the tryout came and I went in the scales room and choked up.

When we finally moved, I started 6th grade and I was only 9 years old because I skipped a grade. It was so different than what I was used to, I did not know the language, and once again, I felt out of place. Once I learned the language, it was hard to read and I constantly felt fear whenever a teacher would call on me. The kids would laugh at me and think that I was not as smart or capable as they were. I always felt like I could not get the grades I wanted.