A Defining Moment
On that dark day I had received the heartbreaking news when the doctor said “Your second surgery did not go as well as we expected… unfortunately, you will be staying here for one more week”. The struggle was not just the pain in my leg or the vacuums in my skin the struggle was being alone. When I was thirsty for hours, not finding anyone to bring me water. The distress was seeing my mom crying on the phone screen, because she can’t come all the way from Spain and help me. The shame was hearing the nurses asking me “Don’t you have anyone in your family to come and visit?”.The tension was when my English wasn’t good enough to understand those hard medical terms. The despair was not knowing when I’m getting out of that hospital and go to my
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I truly believed that I wasn’t going to be able to walk again, and I thought that was the end of me. I wished to have never jumped off of that hurdle at school. I wished this had happened in Spain or Egypt instead where I know there was somebody for support. What happened to that little 9 year old kid who used to take the train from city to city, just to get to school? Did I lose that optimistic personality inside me?
I kept writing the same things for one month, until the surgeon came to me after the fourth surgery and told me “Congratulations, your fourth surgery was the last! You’ll be an estimated one year in a wheelchair”. I went back to my life on a wheelchair, and I tried to make up everything that was available to me for that last week of school. The pain was unpleasant, and traumatic. Just going to the bathroom was a challenge.
However through this I did not give up!. It took me just three months to be able to run! Which went against the estimated time to heal. I surprised all my doctors. I had a lot of goals and I knew that this wheelchair would be in the way of that. I have some losses that will stay forever, but I knew I could limit loss to take over my life My life had been burned by this, yet I managed to take the ashes to build up what had been burned. Those days cannot be forgotten, but I put my whole focus on the good lesson that I got from that
I truly believed that I wasn’t going to be able to walk again, and I thought that was the end of me. I wished to have never jumped off of that hurdle at school. I wished this had happened in Spain or Egypt instead where I know there was somebody for support. What happened to that little 9 year old kid who used to take the train from city to city, just to get to school? Did I lose that optimistic personality inside me?
I kept writing the same things for one month, until the surgeon came to me after the fourth surgery and told me “Congratulations, your fourth surgery was the last! You’ll be an estimated one year in a wheelchair”. I went back to my life on a wheelchair, and I tried to make up everything that was available to me for that last week of school. The pain was unpleasant, and traumatic. Just going to the bathroom was a challenge.
However through this I did not give up!. It took me just three months to be able to run! Which went against the estimated time to heal. I surprised all my doctors. I had a lot of goals and I knew that this wheelchair would be in the way of that. I have some losses that will stay forever, but I knew I could limit loss to take over my life My life had been burned by this, yet I managed to take the ashes to build up what had been burned. Those days cannot be forgotten, but I put my whole focus on the good lesson that I got from that