Personal Narrative: Life After Surgery

After sustaining a knee injury that required for surgical intervention while in high school, I struggled with recurring ailments throughout my intercollegiate career. It was not until my father, who is an Osteopathic physician, was performing manipulation on me did we begin to diagnose the potential causes. The issue was muscle imbalance and limited flexibility in certain areas of my body that was shifting majority of my weight onto my knees while performing certain movements. This went unnoticed by physicians because while performing examinations the scope was concentrated on the immediate areas around my knee. With the knowledge I obtained through manipulation I have been able to treat my knee ailments by strengthening and lengthening muscles throughout my body. Having this experience helped solidify that if I am to be the physician I aspire to be, it is imperative to be trained in this form of medicine.

Another way knee surgery changed my life is I can do sports. I wasn’t able to do sports because if I well or got bumped it could damage my knee even more. I can play basketball, football, volleyball and many more. I am planning on trying out for basketball this year and I’m really thrilled about it. Without being able to do sports then I wouldn’t really have anything to do. My friends would all be at their games or practices and I would be doing nothing. Now that I can do sports it’s really changing my life.

My knee suddenly feels as if someone set it on fire, and I instantly know something terrible has happened. My body quickly goes into shock, and I succumb to a sea of blackness. Awaking I hear a loud, sobbing sound of a wounded animal, slowly realizing that sound has come from myself. I open my eyes to see my mom, Coach Pendleton, and the athletic trainer leaning over me with questioning looks, as if they can not see the pain that I am feeling. All three are shouting questions at me as the red and black crowd sits silently with horrified faces. The trainer’s mouth is moving but I have no idea what she is saying, and it is as if I have lost my hearing, because the pain is too much too bear. Finally, I start to regain my thoughts and I can hear the trainer asking, “can you locate your pain for me?” I point to my knee, which is already swollen like a balloon. My mom and Coach Pendleton slowly help me to my feet and carry me to the sidelines like a child, where my team is staring at me with tear-filled eyes. I overhear the trainer talking in hushed voice with my mom, saying, “ I am concerned with the amount of swelling in the ACL area of her knee.” My stomach drops as I consider what she's just said. I will miss many games of my senior year, in the sport I love. My heart slowly shatters as I sit

Hearing the pop of my knee was the last sound I wanted to hear while kicking a soccer ball during tryouts junior year. I fell straight to the ground, and knew instantly something was terribly wrong. To this day, I recall how heartbroken I was when I heard the news that I tore my ACL, and I never thought it could happen to me. Just the thought of not playing sports that year was emotionally difficult because sports have always been a part of my life. I could not imagine a year without participating in athletics, however at the time I did not know it could have a positive impact on me.

In November of 2010, I was playing basketball in the fifth game of my senior season. It was just like any other game. However, I would soon find out otherwise. It was late in the game; I drove into the lane and got fouled hard. I was knocked so off-balance that I speared the floor with my knee. As soon as my knee hit the floor I heard a “snap” that I will never forget for the rest of my life. Little did I know at the time, that would be the last shot of my high school basketball career. Not long after my injury, I consulted a doctor. After getting an x-ray and an MRI, the doctor informed me that I had completely torn my ACL and would need to have surgery. An ACL tear can be a very devastating injury. The anterior cruciate

With an ever increasing number of people becoming involved with athletic activities, there is an increasing number of injuries occurring which can be devastating for the individual. Most of the injuries that affect athletes occur in one of four structures in the human body: bones, muscles, tendons, or ligaments. Because ligaments attach bone to bone and play a major part in providing stability for joints, the major stabilizing ligament in the knee, the anterior cruciate ligament (ACL), assists in performing everyday actions of the human body including sitting, standing, walking, running, dancing, and participating in other sports. The injury that specifically affects this ligament is very serious and always

As many know, I had surgery this past week. Surgery is extremely rough, especially for those who have been constantly battling their problem. My knee has been a mystery for my doctor for over two years and I can not fathom why this crazy mishap happened to me of all people.These last two years have been the worst years of my life due to unexpected illnesses and surgeries.

Stride after stride after stride, I was oblivious to the pain in my calves or the sweat dripping down my forehead; the only thing on my mind was outdoing my summer's best time. After running close to six miles every day, I had no intention of breaking that streak. However, that hot July day I had no choice but to end it. At the halfway point, as I turned my body to look behind me, my left knee underwent a full lateral patellar dislocation. My hopes of becoming a UConn athlete subsequently came to a standstill, but I took it as a meaningful sign that I would have extra time to focus on my number one aspiration of getting accepted into pharmacy school and becoming a pharmacist.

I was practicing at my competitive cheerleading gym, when my life was unexpectedly turned upside down. While performing a back walkover back handspring, there was a loud “pop” as I hyperextended my right elbow, tearing both my muscle and my ulnar collateral ligament. I promptly sunk to my knees and began sobbing. The next thing I knew, I was laboriously working through physical therapy at NASA Bone & Joint Specialist instead of relaxing at the beach. This unexpected injury would manifest to be a significant

I was twelve years old when I started to feel discomfort in my left knee. After every baseball game, my knee would swell up. The doctor said the tissues under my kneecap were hemorrhaging and required surgery. All I could remember was wanting to play with my teammates. However, my parents convinced me that surgery was the correct move. So the day came and I had surgery on my knee. The next step to my recovery was physical therapy. However, the only thought on my mind was returning as soon as possible. I was impatient, and sped through all the rehabilitation, not focusing on the healing process. I ended up returning to my team, but I realized that I still hadn’t recovered anywhere close to 100%. My knee was just as swollen as before and I picked up an awful limp.

I am currently recovering from an operation on my knee that occurred right before school started. It was specifically a knee arthroscopy and loose body removal. It started 2 years ago when I was playing soccer. It was the second day of tryouts and I was doing well. At one point our goalie had the ball and was looking at me. I back pedaled then quickly tried to turn my body left and run forward while my momentum was bringing me back. This was not a good combination of motions as I twisted and fell. I ended up dislocating my left knee cap and tearing my medial patellofemoral ligament (MPFL) which holds your knee cap from moving outwards. It was not only the twisting motion that caused this, I also have a shallow groove where the small bone rests. This causes it to move side to side more rather than staying in the straight path so a part of it was genetic (Minimally). I got an MRI of my knee to confirm the doctor's thoughts and to make sure nothing else was damaged. A very tiny piece of cartilage broke off and was floating Luckily there was no other

It is time to speak about my injury that happened about two years ago. A lot of people nowadays ask me almost every day “Deshaun why don’t you play football for the M state Fergus Falls Spartans? “ and I tell them I didn’t get all of my football equipment in time, so the coach didn’t let me play, but in reality, I can’t play because I have a very bad back injury. So now for the people that are curious about what happened to my back here is my story from the beginning to the end.

As I pushed off my leg to go by another player, I severely strained my hamstring. At the time, I did not realize what I had done and continued to play. Realizing I may have been injured, I went to the hospital and found out I strained my hamstring one again; however, this time it was almost torn. The doctor relayed I needed physical therapy again. The next day, I realized I was unable to lift up my leg. This continued for almost two weeks. After about a week or two, I regained more movement in my leg. Slowly, I gained the ability to train and complete my physical therapy. Though this process was much more difficult than the last time, I had to remain focused and mentally strong to get through this tough time. After 3 months of hard work, I was cleared to play again; my leg was finally fully

The poem is written in free verse, in that it has no regular pattern of metre or rhyme but is arranged in four stanzas of equal lengths. This suggests there is some control of the speaker’s voice, undermining the madness in which the character symbolises. Proposing that she is no longer labelled as being Dickens' 'Miss' Havisham, but as self-improved 'Havisham', a figure liberated from humiliation of her unmarried

When I was twelve years old, I obtained my first surgery. I recall feeling frightened yet overwhelmed with the idea of receiving surgery not to mention the risks. My supportive mother was glued to me through the challenging period. Looking back, shoes were squeaking against a polished white floor as individuals with blue scrubs were rushing to ill humans. Beeping machines following the creaky noise when doors open and close. A mixed odor of chemicals, medicine, and sanitizer to prevent viruses from diffusion. An extreme amount of pain on the left portion of my stomach placed me in between life and death.