The Summer Break Of 2013

As I laid on the floor crying not being able to move, my mother knew something was seriously wrong with me. Have you ever had a pain that hurt so bad you felt like you could not even move? The pain that I was feeling was from something in my abdomen called the appendix. No one could find out that it was wrong with me, but my mother was very persistent with the doctors that one finally found out that it was my appendix.

worsened. The nurses tried to comfort me, but nothing they did helped. I was a

Then lo and behold my surgery occurred on July 22, 2015. It was a grueling 6-hour long surgery. I spent a week in the hospital and I was in tremendous pain for weeks afterwards. I was not able to enjoy my summer like everyone else, as I was stuck in bed for the entire time. But guess what. My back was straight. It was over. No more brace. No more looking crooked and feeling self-conscious about it. My mind was finally free.

Still hard to acknowledge how bad off I was. Broken ankle, hip,shoulder blade, arm,two punctured lungs and over a dozen broken ribs. My recovery is going slow but steady to me but the DRs say I'm recovering fast all considering.working hard with my physical therapist and looking forward to running and jumping from trees and mountain tops again someday. Thanks to my family for being by my side and thanks so much to all the people that have been keeping me in your thoughts and prayers. Patience is my friend.

March 15th, 2010, was a completely normal day. As normal as any day is for a twelve year old homeschooler. I was home with my oldest sister Brittany who was twenty at the time and I was just finishing up my homework for the day. After finishing up my math work I went to go watch television in the living room. Brittany was in her room and my parents didn't get home until later because of work. A few hours into my movie, my stomach started to hurt. Since I was twelve I didn't no the differences of pain so I just left it alone for a while. Later in the day my abdomen was aching so much I couldn't even get off the couch. After wailing for Brittany to call Mom I was sent to the emergency room in an ambulance with severe abdomen pain. After several hours in the ER and multiple tests, doctors found nothing. I was sent home and was told to take Tylenol for the pain. Once I got home, it didn't hurt anymore so I thought they were right and that I could just go on with my crazy life as a twelve year old. I was wrong. Two months after, I got the same

The importance of spring break is for students have a break of school,and when they enter school they could begin with their finals. In my spring break i liked bounding with my family and, visit the place we traveled.

All I did when the nurses and doctors weren't in my room was sleep. That's all there is to do. Being in the hospital is honestly the most boring and scariest thing in the world. When the time came to get my cat scan I went through the same process as the previous morning. I felt like a zombie and could barely keep my eyes open. The results came back and I couldn't of been happier. The neurologist told me the bleeding is dissolving and that I could go home Friday morning. My heart was starting to beat normal again.

I was released from the hospital at 2am to recover but my grandmother had to stay in ICU which lead to a very rough 2-3 months before she recovered, she had a blood clot that sent her back to ICU where she passed away but luckily the doctors brought her back to life. After another month she was sent to Athens hospital for the rest of her recovery, adding up a total of 7 months in the hospital and during

Post-surgery was the most difficult part of this journey because it put me in a depressed state. The inability of playing sports and watching my teammates play

The surgery I had was a pretty major surgery some could say, four though six hours and it's compared as open heart surgery. It wasn't the surgical pain though that caused me to stay there longer then i was supposed to no, it was some kind of nerve pain that even the doctors and nurses had know idea what to do. My case was so uncommon they sent me into ICU after fives days of being in pain two hours three times a day. Not knowing what to do the nurses would just shoot me up with a bunch of drugs just to calm down the pain and all I could do was watch as this was all happening while gasping for air.

Unfortunately, for many parents and students, most children are now on summer break. Some parents and students may be relieved; knowing that summer typically means a time for vacation and family time. But for many low-income families, school can be about more than just learning and summer is far from fun.

Spring break is supposed to be a great time from the second it begins, until the second it ends. Now there is always that boring time it takes to get to wherever you may be going no matter how far that may be it is always the least fun of the entire vacation. My last spring break’s car ride happened to be the least fun by far of any trip I have taken up to this point in my life.

At 54 years of age and having 14 surgeries in my adult life under my belt you would think I would have been calm. All my other surgeries I had faced with healthy trepidation and concern but not fear. However the past year and a half I had been in so much pain that I was very scared that I would come out of surgery in more pain then when I went in.

Eventually I was brought up to my hospital room and I stayed there for almost a week. This was not a fun week by any means because I literally could not move at all. Another thing that I did not enjoy was the fact that I had my blood tested almost every two hours for at least four days. These tests were to check my blood count, because I lost a lot of blood and I was on the edge of needing a blood transfusion. It was my lack of blood that caused me to be very weak, but after a few days my levels returned to normal so I did not need a transfusion. I was hoping that maybe they would give me a transfusion because I didn’t like being so weak. My doctor thought differently, he refused to order a transfusion unless I absolutely needed one. This is because blood transfusions can be harmful in the bodies healing process after surgery. Even after my blood count stabilized I was still extremely weak and it made everything so much harder.

Often, during the two years prior to this surgery, I would attempt to go to school and end up at the hospital. I would throw up in the bathroom, or be unable to walk due to the profound pain in my stomach. I had countless MRIs, X-rays, and