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
As I had anticipated, those were some of the longest and most difficult weeks for me to endure. I could not have imagined anything could be worse than not being allowed to play for 6 weeks, but 2 weeks into my recovery, I received an invitation to try out for the soccer Olympic Development Program (ODP). Being invited to try out as an 11 year old was an honor, especially since I was the only player from my team to get invited. I was so ecstatic and frankly surprised, but then reality hit me hard. Considering my situation, how would I be able to play soccer with a cast on my arm after not having even touched a soccer ball for so long?
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.
An Unbleedable Tail On March 18, 2014, I thought I was a goner. Just about a week before that I had went and got my tonsils taken out. That day was just one of those days, nothing was going right. After the surgery the doctor came in and explains that the surgery went well but I did bleed more than most people and instead of cauterizing the holes shut, he had to stitch one. The stitches where already huge problem even before I left the hospital.
That is not to say I do not hate being in pain, but it has also helped me to become stronger. Last year during my cross country season, I had a stress fracture in my left leg throughout most of the season. Unfortunately, I did not become aware of this fact until the end of the season, at which my doctor had me put in a cast. The constant pressure on the stress fracture caused it to break further, almost resulting in a completely broken leg. The doctor told me that I would have the cast for a minimum of six weeks.
I am proudest about my courageous attitude and in overcoming a hugely traumatic fall that I had in first year college. While on holidays with my friends in the summer of first year college I fell off a balcony of 15 feet. I suffered a subdural hematoma (bleed to the brain) and contusion tp the spine and received resuscitation for six minutes. I was placed in intensive care for six days and was not allowed to fly back for two weeks. During this time I was told that it would be highly unlikely that I would be able to return to college that year, due to decreased concentration power and intensive rehab needed to strengthen my neck.
Most of the time I broke my legs I would have to stay out of school for 3 months at a time. Due to the fact that I have a brittle bone disease the simplest things would cause a fracture. For example, one time I was talking down the steps and my leg just snapped I been through this so much that the pain seemed to be non-existent. My tolerance for main went up and there were times that I hide my fracture for 2 weeks at the most keep in mind that I broke often. So I was barely in school although when it was time for me to go back to school I still managed to keep my grades up and I never feel off.
Unfortunately I only got through day one of the program because I injured my toe which has sidelined me. The day I did of the program was very long and took approximately 3 hours and 15 minutes. I will likely make adjustments to the training program to make it shorter. The 21 day program felt very productive. I did a lot of challenging drills which were pushing my skills to the limit.
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
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.
After the game, my family and I went to urgent care and it turned out, I broke my wrist. I was devastated since the tournament was two weeks away and there was no way I could play. My thoughts were troubled, but there was one idea I received, never say never. Therefore, I practiced the hardest I had in a while for those two weeks at my local golf course. By the time the day of the tournament arrived, I was ready.
I then became cancer free for a year; I thought this was the end. I thought that I had beat cancer but then life threw a curve ball my way. I went back for my checkups and the doctors observed a lymph node near my heart. This was my first relapse and I couldn’t help but feel a little defeated. My doctors decided to start me off with surgery with the hope of getting rid of the lymph node faster.
During my consultations, I had the choice of the “big” surgery, where they fix it all at once, or the multiple surgeries where the surgeon would fix one vertebrae every six months. I chose the first surgery because I got it all done at once and I would’ve been on homebound for the rest of my scholastic career. I’m glad I chose this surgery because of all of the people I met along the way and also I wouldn’t have experienced many things besides hospital visits. Before I knew it, it was the morning of my surgery. The surgeons had gotten new equipment that morning and were experiencing technical difficulties, making me even more nervous.
A failure can be a downward spiral or a setback turning into a benefit. When athletes experience head trauma, they only recover a little, which might end their career early or other times people never recover. In the case of my four month concussion, there are residual mental and physical problems. For me, this challenge helped me develop as a person than will work harder and strive for the best in my academics. Running onto the field, I can 't believe we won it - the High School Girls ' Rugby Championship.
Difficulties from spondylolysis plagued me for years in my teens. When the discomfort first began, I presumptuously told myself I remained tough enough to continue to play baseball through the pain; however, the soreness worsened, I needed to wear a back brace, and required several months of rest to heal. The downtime proved almost as painful as the injury itself. I felt well after this recovery period, except just as physical therapy ended, the achiness returned; a CT scan revealed not one, but two unhealed fractures that needed to be surgically repaired. During the weeks after surgery, I relied on a walker, and my pessimistic attitude caused many mental obstacles, one of which questioned my capability to be the athlete I was prior to my injury.