At any moment, I could have a tumor appear in my body. Currently, I have neurofibromas on my left femur and tibia; the doctors are watching those tumors closely. I have NF, a watch-and-see disease, a genetic disorder of the nervous system which causes tumors (neurofibromas) to form on the nerves anywhere in the body. Throughout my life, I have faced many obstacles as a result of my neurofibromatosis. With each obstacle, I have found a way to overcome.
As I was wheeled in for my first surgery at 12 years old, I remember feeling scared about having a long operation on my back to correct the scoliosis caused by NF. Each day after the surgery, the doctors gave me different obsacles to overcome such as sitting up in my bed, walking to a chair in my room , to walking to a room at the end of the hall then the stiars.
Stair by stair, I was closer to finally getting out of the hospital which would then mean on to my next
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This time, my surgical team was going to repair my femur and knee. I had neurofibromas on my right femur that needed to be scraped out of my bone and then was grafted. I fortunately knew what was ahead of me, all the school work that I will have to make up, physical therapy on my leg and the unforgettable pain. Although for this surgery I was in high school and missing just one or two days puts you behind, nevermind weeks at a time. After this surgery I learned that I could overcome any obstacle no matter how hard like getting back into sports.
After the bone grafting in my femur was fully healed, I played sports the following school year such as soccer and lacrosse whose tryouts are really tough because of the amount of fitness we do throughout the many days of tryouts. Each tryout day ranged from 3-4 hours which is a lot on anyone, but after recovering for surgery it was pretty hard thing to do.I found a way to push through the pain throughout the seasons of each sport I played to do something I
I might always have health issues, and I may not ever be able to relax. However, that struggle and that desire to overcome has inspired me not only to get back to the person I was before the surgeries, but to better myself because of it. It’s that drive that inspires me to stay up studying well after the sun has set, to endure the pain during my physical therapy sessions, and most importantly to see that everyone must overcome adversity no matter how much it may affect their life. I see the way my mother put her entire universe on hold to care for me, and how agonizing that must have been to watch her daughter nearly slip away. I see the little girl with the plaid comforter, she was so tough, hoisting a smile onto her face when the rest of her body was in so much pain.
Sophomore year I was playing at a soccer tournament with my old team. I was playing a great game even though the score was not reflecting my hard work. Towards the end of the game I jumped up caught the ball landed, my body went one way and my legs went the other, then I fell to the ground. Everyone around me had heard a pop, I knew it was my ACL. From this moment in my soccer career I knew I needed to be determined and to be focused on my recovery in order to get back out there.
Taking different English and writing classes has allowed me to write different types of papers. One paper that can be very challenging is the personal narrative. There are certain requirements that you must follow; each paper is different depending on who assigns it. When I am assigned to write this type of paper, usually it is dreadful to start and accomplish. This type of paper should just be removed from college writing courses.
It was under the most delicate of circumstances, when I realized what I was born to do for the rest of my life. It was march 2007, my grandfather was suffering from pneumonia and due to his deteriorating condition he was hospitalized. I had flown in from Toronto to be by his side. Sitting anxiously by his bedside with tears in my eyes wondering if I could do anything to make my grandfather feel better, I watched doctors come and go , updating us on his blood reports, EKGs, chest x-rays, ABGs, and at the same time constantly counseling my concerned family members. As they explained what they were doing to bring my grandfather to the path of recovery, I watched in utter fascination.
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.
Ever since I can remember, my entire life has been filled with reoccuring hospital visits, some for me, and others for family members. A couple of visits were for my youngest brother Neddy, who was born three months early. He was put in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit (NICU) for two months and kept an incubator that only allowed us to touch him by putting our hands in the built in gloves for the first week. It was hard seeing him like that but I also liked watching the nurses and doctors work so swiftly and with ease.
The day I had knee surgery. On February 14th my mother woke me up with a smile on her face to lighten the mood a little, because the next morning would be the day that I would have my first surgery ever. I was really clam in the morning like any other day. It really didn 't hit me that I would have surgery
I remember it as if it were yesterday... the hard, palpable lump in my right breast... the sense of urgency in my doctor 's voice... the flurry of appointments, exams, biopsies and ultimately the stage 3 diagnosis of Invasive Ductal Carcinoma. Everything culminated a single point... this was the beginning of a journey that would change me forever.
I broke through this adversity by continuing physical therapy daily and being put on homebound schooling for 3 months to get back to my optimal health. I can proudly say that I worked through this challenge and through many years of continuous work I am able to
Everybody knows that there are four seasons, and everyone has their favorite one out of all of them. Mine is when the woods turns into a coloring book of orange and red, when I put a nice warm batch of hot co-co on the stove, and were all of my family comes together every year. My favorite season is fall. My favorite hobby is hunting.
My spine curved to the point where I would need surgery. I had a fifty degree curve in the upper portion of my spine which needed to be fixed. I was very scared because anything could go wrong with these procedures; however, I was courageous and went through it. The surgery went fine but, the healing process the absolute worst. The nurses kept telling me that the more I tried to get through it the faster I would heal.
As time passed, I seemed caught in a rigid routine. When I woke, my crazies made it hard to shower. During the day, I worked as an accountant for two small businesses in town. After work I came home, got high, and sat alone in my house. At night I watched Johnny Carson, and on the weekends, I visited my Aunt Claudia.
Under the knife I remember my very first surgery. It wasn’t major but to me, an 8-year-old child, the thought of having needles and knives and people all around me scared me awfully. When my mom first told me I’d have to have teeth removed I thought I was going to die.
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. But I made it through. Going through physical therapy was a challenge within itself. The pain and the struggles of having to gain all my strength back little by little. May 16th came it was my sixteenth birthday.
Sitting on her bed, Emma stared down at her watch. It was the same watch given to everyone at birth. One that counted down to the moment she was going to meet her soul mate. Because most people met their soul mate by the time they were eighteen, Emma was considered odd at her school because she was seventeen and her watch still had over three years left. “Time for another day of school,” she thought as she got up, pulled on her Harry Potter t-shirt, grabbed her neon yellow backpack, and walked out her bedroom door, curly blonde hair flowing behind.