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. When we made it to Baltusrol Golf Club, I never saw anything like it.
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 the therapy sessions the therapist and I found that I had little to no feeling in the left side of my left leg and foot. I was given an electrotherapy system which was used to help recover the feeling and use of my leg. During the next year I had to do many exercises and different activities to try to regain my leg strength. I used an ankle brace for the first two seasons because I had little control over my foot movement.
Basketball was my life. In my first home game of my Sophomore year, on the Varsity team, I was voted the game MVP. But it was during the game, when I jumped up to catch a loose ball, and came down, that I landed wrong and fell on my knee. After the game, my mom drove me straight to the ER, and the doctor told me that my ACL was torn and my MCL was fractured. I went through a very painful surgery, and six months of physical therapy.
People have influences and role models in life, typically a family member. On occasion, for athletes, coaches are a major influence. Throughout my career as an athlete, many coaches have come and gone and have been loved and hated, but none has had a greater impact than Jarica Martarano, my softball coach since sophomore year. She was born on August 24, 1992, she grew up on sports, including basketball, volleyball, softball, and soccer. She only played soccer for a year because she got in trouble for pushing a girl so she did not want to play again.
It was a beautiful Friday afternoon playing softball for only a short amount of time until I noticed a pain that was constant and was not going away. I continued to play not thinking it was something serious. Soon after my arm went numb and tingly, everyone was very concerned, especially my parents. I went to multiply doctors until we found out what was wrong, I had an inflamed and irritated rotator cuff and an inflamed tendon. I did not think I would ever play again and neither did my teammates, coaches, and family members.
Last year, my Osteopathic application was made in haste and was submitted as a back up plan to failing Allopathic applications. As a part of completing the primary application and also preparing for Osteopathic interviews, I discovered that the Osteopathic philosophy appeared to be a better fit for me. Shadowing an Osteopathic physician as well as an Allopathic physician has solidified this observation. Last year’s failed attempt to gain entry to medical school has been soul crushing and has forced me to consider other career paths. During this period, I have examined many options.
“Crack”, “click” was what I heard before the most excruciating pain I have ever felt filled my right knee. It was on October 7th, it was just weeks before my junior season was going to start. I was at Massillon Washington high school at wrestling practice like I was almost every day. I was drilling with the assistant coach Percy McGee hitting single legs which was my favorite move. About 40 seconds into the drill I hit another single and all of a sudden my knee locked at about 90 degrees.
All throughout practice and after practice the racing hadn’t seemed to stop. I even had chest pains, weakness in my extremities and cold sweats. I spoke to both of my uncles, who are doctors, about the incident and they blew it off as dehydration or anxiety attacks. I continued to attend and participate in practice for about another three months while experiencing the same symptoms.
It was my sophomore year in high school when I decided to play a sport that I have long admired. I decided to wrestle which made my sophomore year more exciting and
I faced the risk of becoming paralyzed if I opted for therapy over surgery. This was the headline running through my mind like a breaking news report on CNN. I was diagnosed with Lumbosacral Disc Disorder with Radiculopathy during the first week of junior year. Life was warming up to throw a curve ball at me, while I was stepping up to bat.
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.
The infection left me wheelchair-bound and unable to speak. I knew what I wanted to say, yet all I was capable of producing was gurgled frustration. I began all the modalities of therapy after my two weeks in the hospital, including speech, physical and occupational therapy daily. Initially, I was averse to the idea of participating in speech therapy: I was an actress and vocalist in high school and the absolute last task I wanted to spend my time working on was learning
Why I Should be an Athletic Trainer For as long as I can remember I’ve been fascinated with sports. I started participating in sports when I was about nine, I ran track and played basketball. At that age I fell in love with the nature of sports. It thrilled me to cheer for my favorite teams and I was downright ecstatic when I was the one competing.