Personal Narrative: Shelie's Disease

This accident left her in a wheelchair as a quadraplegic. Joni beautifully explained how it felt being in a wheelchair when she said,

“Life is like the ocean, it goes up and down.” By Vanessa Paradis. 2017 started off terrible on new-year's day I was in a snowmobile accident and was taken to the hospital. There I got x-rayed and examined and they said nothing was wrong just internal bruising, and a high ankle sprain, so I got put into a walking boot and started physical therapy. Few weeks later still couldn't put weight on it and so went back to doctor and he took more x-rays and said it looked good. T nothing he sees at a glance he said just keep icing it. Three days latter my mom gets a call saying that my fibula and tibia separate everytime I walk and that's why it hurts to walk. So the next step was to put me in a walking boot for three months. Then after that go back to a walking boot and physical therapy. It wasn’t getting better but there was

Everything hurt, It felt like a million knives were being stabbed into my back. It wasn't turning out to be a very good morning, and it was only going to get worse. It was also the day I would learn to re-walk again. Right here A lot of people have always question me when I say “learn to walk again” they just assume i’m saying it like that because I want the attention. The part they don’t understand was it really was learning how to re-walk again. I had a brand new back, and I didn't know how to use it yet. Everything was tight and it was hard to breath, so I wasn't even sure at one point I would be able to ever move again and be comfortable doing

Looking through the dusty back window of the 1998 Volkswagen we were in, I sat and watched the colony disappear from view as the dark night began to swallow it whole. I had wanted to leave for forever, but there was always a firm grasp which kept me there, my family. A single tear slips from my eye, rolls down my wind-burnt cheek, and clings tightly to my chin before its final descent into the open air. As a child, I too clung tightly to familiarity, but now, with my future at stake, it's time to flee, to leave behind everything, and embrace the rush of the unknown. I reach my hand across the center console and rest it on the back of Ethan’s soft hand. The warmth of his love momentarily fills the lull in my heart where my

The late disseminated stage occurs with patients who did not receive adequate treatment during earlier stages and occurs months to years following the initial infection (Moore, p66, 2015). These individuals often present with rheumatoid arthritis and neuropathies. Approximately 60% will have arthritis in their knees, and 5% will develop paresthesia, and cognitive issues such as short term memory loss (Moore, p66, 2015).

One of the most difficult things I’ve ever experienced has been my battle with cancer. When I was 21 I was preparing to submit my mission papers. What was supposed to be a simple physical exam, turned into an unexpected battle. In October 31, 2013 my doctors diagnosed me with papillary cancer. I had surgery, and a couple weeks after had radiation treatment. Months later I was told I was cancer free, and I received my mission call. I was assigned to serve in the Colorado Denver South Mission. Unfortunately a week after I got my mission call, I was told that my cancer was back, and had actually spread to my lymph nodes; its next target would be my lungs, thus making my goal to serve a mission seem further from my reach. I went through the process

It hurt to walk as I stepped into physical therapy on that spring morning. I was coming into here for my second round of physical therap. I thought I had healed up the first thirteen weeks I had gone to physical therapy a year earlier, but three years later, I had still felt pain. I still can recite every detail on how I got here. I was at one of my gymnastics meets way back in 2012.

I went in to go get a physical check up as I have been a mud obstacle course that raises funds for those with breast cancer. They have them every year. Two years ago, when I went in tor my physical a hard lump was found in my left breast. My primary care doctor sent me to get a mammogram. All I could think about how those in the past said it will hurt as your breast is being squeeze to death between two plastic plates. I had to answer a long questionnaire about my life. The breast care center wanted to know if I led some wild lifestyle involving alcohol or drugs plus more.

Facing life changes due to unforeseen health problems that occur can be challenging. The author in the story, The Body Broken, had fractured her C2 through an automobile accident at a young age of 19. Her story is a remarkable journey of trials, which she continues with daily struggle to function.

This really spoke to me as Caden's team took their first loss of the season. These kids have played their hearts out these last 11 games and I couldn't be more proud of Caden. I reminded him that losing is part of life and as they take the field again on Friday to hold his head high, play hard, and just enjoy himself because in the end I just want him to love the game, the friendships, and have fun because it's just a game and were always proud of him.

The next few weeks were hard. Trying to carry myself around on crutches while having the arm strength of a toothpick was a hard, and I struggled a lot. The doctors still didn’t know what was going on with my leg. I went to my family doctor, she didn’t know. They signed me up for physio; my physio therapist couldn’t figure it out. No one could figure out what was wrong with it. I had been on the waiting list for MRI testing and I got a call one night saying they had a spot for me. I went and got the MRI and a few weeks later they called with the results; I had torn both my ACL and my

emerge overs couple of weeks to month, beginning with one joint then will be accompanied by other prodromal signs like loss of appetite (anorexia), weakness, or fatigue. In approximately 15% of patients, onset appear more rapidly in couple of days to some weeks. In 8% to 15% of patients, sign start in some few days of a specific inciting event, such as an infectious illness.

On Friday morning I woke up at 7:00 a.m. and did not use my right arm to accomplish all my morning tasks, which took a lot longer to accomplish. I went from my bedroom to the bathroom and back to the bedroom then downstairs and out to the car. I got a ride to class and was able to open the door fine and did not have to deal with driving and changing gears with one hand. I went to Andre’s building and used the handicap button to open the door. I walked through Andre’s and went to the computer lab where I sat down and emailed my partner.

When I was 11 my grandmother was diagnosed with a rare neurodegenerative disease called Huntington's. Then on my 12th birthday my grandparents were in a car accident. This unfortunately was the catalyst of her disease. It effect her body tremendously. She lost control of motor functions, the ability to interpret different nervous sensations, to speak clearly, and some cognitive processes. The hardest part was that she retained all of her memory, it actually improved. Which was only more difficult. She knew what was happening to her, but was unable to stop it, and had hardly any time to prepare. We ended up having to take care of her for two years. My mother was homeschooling us at the time so we were able to travel and say in their home. Unfortunately

Six years had passed, six years of pain and exhausting grief. Six years living in the one-square mile village of Millbury, Ohio and at St. Peter’s United Church of Christ. During those years, I had lost both of my parents and a dear friend. Also, I had been in a car accident, which injured my neck and low back. Physical therapy, surgery, recovery and more physical therapy, occupied about three years of those half dozen years.