“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. I chose the first surgery because I got it all done at once and I would’ve been on homebound for the rest of my scholastic career. I’m glad I chose this surgery because of all of the people I met along the way and also I wouldn’t have experienced many things besides hospital visits. Before I knew it, it was the morning of my surgery. The surgeons had gotten new equipment that morning and were experiencing technical difficulties, making me even more nervous. My surgery was delayed for an hour. When everything was stable, I was transported to the operation room. I said goodbye to my mom and dad, and then we parted ways. When I woke up after the 10 hour surgery, a nurse was at the …show more content…
With the help of my teacher, I came out of the sixth grade with my straight A’s still intact. My surgery is an experience I will never forget. It was the worst and best time of my life. Without the support of my friends and family, the process of my recovery would have been difficult. In addition, the patience and kindness of the nurses and staff tending to my needs made me feel more comfortable, in a horrid situation. Even though this isn’t an ideal thing for an 11 year old to go through, I’m grateful that it happened to me. Due to the numerous MRI’s and x-rays I had, I have chosen to pursue a career as a