Personal Narrative: My Knee Problems In My Family

Knee problems run in my family, specifically on my dad’s side. My dad had four knee surgeries, all on one knee, all within five years, and is looking at a possible knee replacement in the future. During my freshman year of high school, my FFA chapter traveled to Loveland, Colorado, for a ski trip. Tori Davidson and I partnered up and were skiing on the bunny slopes since we were beginners. As the sun was fading, our group decided to ski through a short trail--The Rainbow Trail. At the very end of the trail, the snow had turned to solid ice. My skis hit that particular spot and I built up speed. Next thing I know, I felt a pop in my knee. Laying on the ground with my leg under me, I realize I can’t move. That injury was not only painful, it would impact
So in my case, I had to wait for it to heal or tear. And wait I did. For seven months I fought through the constant popping and my knee giving out on me at different times. I finally reached the point where I couldn’t take it anymore. I made an appointment and was referred to an orthopedic surgeon in Salina. After a single examination, he concluded that this entire time my ACL had most likely been torn, but wouldn’t know for sure until he scoped out my knee. We set the date, the Monday before Thanksgiving at 6:30 a.m. to have my knee scoped and a possible ACL hamstring reconstruction. When I woke up from the surgery, the nurses informed me that I needed to put weight on my leg to begin regaining my strength and motion. After murmuring a few choice words to them, I tried to explain that I had just had surgery and there was no possible way that that was going to happen. I also asked, “Did they take the thing out of my leg and put it in my knee?,” referring to the surgeon sewing together a hamstring graft and remaking my ACL. (Transition) After leaving the doctor's, the next stop on the road to recovery was physical