Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis And Jack Benny

“I don’t deserve this award, but I have arthritis and I don’t deserve that either” by Jack Benny. To elaborate on Benny’s quote, he is saying that those with arthritis does not deserve to have arthritis especially, when they didn’t do anything to earn such punishment. This quote has a huge impact in my life because I have to learn how to cope arthritis with my active lifestyle. Being labeled as a Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis patient at the age of 13 is not something to be proud of nor is it the end of the world. However, many have said that we tend to be diagnosed with depression and believing that it goes hand in hand. The unbearable inflammation that the patient has to deal with can affect their mentality of being consider normal. Sometimes,
Do who concluded that I was not capable of playing any sports at all. Dr. Do believed that the tissues between my patella and the patellar ligament where worn out, therefore, I had to stop being active. This disease usually happens to the elderly; however, the reason children develop it is still unknown in the medical and science field. I was devastated because sports was a significant part of my life. I felt like I was became a useless, fragile human being. I started to blame empty space, asking, ‘Why does it have to be me?’ to particularly no one. It seemed as if all my efforts were poured down the drain without any sign of hints or warnings. As a kid, I was the most active amongst my siblings and cousins. I always love to climb risky mountains, jog at 5 A.M., and I loved to play basketball with my teammates. Basketball was apart of my identity-it was my energy pill to wake up and look forward to school every morning, but unfortunately, my arthritis ruined my daily
Although the pain returns every now and then, it wasn’t too much of a bother because of the therapy treatment that I’ve been receiving. However, I didn’t want to completely give up on the things that I enjoy most in life so I went to the local gym, made some nice new friends, and created my own team to play on the weekends. They were a friendly group of adults that consisted of three Asian women in their mid 20s and two Asian men in their early 30s who were willing to play with a bunch of high school and freshmen college students. I was actually proud of my accomplishment for creating a team with such marvelous people. I felt as if my life just blossomed with a breath of fresh air. In my vivid memories, I can still feel my heartbeat pounding like drums in certain rhythms before each games, especially the one with a group of young African American kids. We regretted the moment we judged these little kids. As far as I can recall, it was the most intense game I had ever played. No matter how fast I tried to make my injured legs run to chase after the ball, it was effortless because they were so much faster. My face heated up like a red tomato since the kids weren't even trying, but my competitive and stubborn self didn't want to give up just yet. As I launched forward to block the shot everything around me seemed to slow down and when I caught the ball, I had mustered all of my