One of the most significant events in my life to date is the corrective knee surgery I had two years ago. From birth I had the hereditary orthopedic diseases of genu valgum (knock knees ). This put me at a greater risk of having arthritis in the future; therefore my mom concluded we must see a pediatric orthopedic surgeon to find out my prognosis.
Whilst at the doctor’s to my horror he proclaimed that I must have a surgery within the next few days or it would be too late for correction. I was astonished as I had never had major surgery before. So as I arrived at the hospital the next day I was filled with trepidation about the upcoming surgery. The nurses greeted me with benevolent smiles and told me that they will take me to the operating theater in the next hour. My heart started to pound and I was only thinking of the negatives , each minute passing faster than the last. The time arrived I was wheeled in to the operating room. The anesthetist decided that I only needed epidural anesthesia (from the waist down).This meant there was only a translucent cotton sheet blocking me from the reality of the drills, and hammers in my leg.
After the surgery I was in immense pain and was exceptionally weak due to the loss of blood. I could feel the pieces of metal in my leg as they were pressing against my skin. I had to use a walker for the next two weak as I could not manage my body weight. It was terrifying the thought of having metal in my legs sent chills up my spine, but I knew it was for the best .
Last year I got the metal pieces removed from my knees. I was delighted I could finally run faster than ever. I was excited and could finally play soccer and cricket again and even tough I was out of touch I was way better than before. There was also another positive I realized that being asround doctors made me more wanted to be a trauma surgeon. Now I know I will never have the same problems as my dad so I can finally play hard.