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Personal Narrative: Life After Surgery

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My heart pounded inside my chest as the doctor analyzed my knee for the first time since the incident. It appeared as though my career playing softball had concluded with one wrong twist of my body. He placed his brisk hands on my lower leg and I braced myself for the pain I assumed would follow. I would have been relieved from the lack of pain as he maneuvered my knee. That is- if I had not been inspecting the doctor’s weathered face, searching for any slight facial movement that would indicate an extensive injury. But with a furrow of his brow and a slight frown in the corner of his mouth, both his and my worst case scenario had been confirmed.

Proceeding the visit, my MRI scan revealed I had torn my Anterior Cruciate Ligament and Medial Meniscus. I remember my father’s head drop into his hands as if he had lost all the muscles in his neck at once. Seeing such a strong man in this state left me faint at heart. The road to recovery was winding, and I, with a faulty limb, was afraid to take that first step. …show more content…

The next months following surgery entailed countless visits to physical therapy. I often left the office in utter pain and frustration with the slow progress I had made. Specifically, the fact that it took all concentration and effort to perform a task which was once muscle memory took time to fully comprehend. I learned to channel my frustration into as much hard work as I was allowed in the session. Bending of my knee led to strengthening, which led to walking, running, and later on agility and endurance. Throughout the process, as I reached a new levels of overcoming this setback, it filled me with newfound determination to work as hard and efficient as possible to return to the

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