I was hospitalized for over a week and missed a significant amount of school. Due to procedures and multiple appointments, I had missed around seventy days in one year. Even though I had a 504 Plan that excused my absences, I was still stressed. Getting an education has always been extremely important to me and being behind upset me. I had an abundance of work that needed to be done and I pushed through.
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.
“It was the best of times; it was the worst of times.” The summer before sixth grade I discovered I had a severe case of Scoliosis. I had an 80 degree curve in addition to my spine being twisted. However; the most devastating thing about it was not fixable with a brace. My pre-teen life consisted of copious amounts of MRI’s, consultations, and doctors appointments. 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.
Soon came therapy;The most boring and uncomfortable thing someone could experience. It lasted for 7 months, and I was constantly working out and pushing through endless pain to begin walking, or even running again. Everyday there was an exercise to do. Some days I was all alone, trying to motivate myself to get better. Telling my parents, “I want to be done with this, I’m so tired of not being able to do what everybody else does.” I had this conversation several times with my family..
The learning curve was hard, and I didn’t make the cut for Freshman Region. This really made me feel down, as just the year before, I was the 2nd overall chair in my class. For a few weeks, my confidence really wavered; However, with the encouragement of some upperclassmen, I eventually decided to move on to the next thing. All-Region, the real deal was only a month away. By using my failure as motivation, I discovered a work-ethic I never knew I had, practicing more than I had before.
I mentioned in the above paragraph that my father no longer experienced pain his back after the operation. However, a new setback came up; since he was in pain for months and not being able to walk upright this caused the nerves in his left leg to become damaged. I have been serving as a part time caregiver along with my mother and a professional caregiver. After my father was released from his final rehabilitation facility it has been an ongoing excruciating experience having him home. My shift for taking care of my father starts right after my mother goes to bed which is around 11:30pm.
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.
When 6th grade came, I transferred into a Baltimore City Public School since I really wasn’t getting the education I needed at the private school. It was still rough not fitting it. I thought that becoming like the other kids would make me happy, but I was learning new things everyday and I realized in high school that being the outcast is better than being like everyone else. The journey I dealt with in high school was very emotionally tough and life changing. I learned that I was placed on this earth to discover my own path, and I wouldn’t be happy if I live someone else’s life.
In The Glass Castle Jeannette Walls faces harsh stuff through her childhood because of her parents. In the beginning of the book she finds her mother digging through trash. She feels embarrassed, so she turns around and goes home without saying hello. Jeanette then calls her mother and asks to have dinner with her. She offers her mother help because she feels guilty, but her mother rejects her help.
For months, I saw him in pain, regardless if he would take his medication, and he would still go to work. After a while, he was scheduled for back surgery, where they would clean around the herniated disc to relieve pressure. That surgery has left my father in debt, with medical bills coming from every angle. Two months later, my father still has sciatica nerve pain, which affects with his ability to walk properly. His doctor has recommended that my father goes to physical therapy, but I know that he views this as another burden that he might not be able to afford.