The Hours
I remember when I was 16 I had my first major back operation and it was a terrifying experience that I had to face. It all started when my late-grandmother, Margaret Wilson Diego brought me to the park 13 years ago, while I was playing by the playground, she noticed a small hump on my back and she knew that wasn’t normal, so she told my parents about it and then a few days later they brought me to see the doctor.
A few weeks later, a friend of my mum David, told her that his daughter Sasha has a similar problem with my case and so David, he introduced my mum to his daughter’s doctor in University Malaya. While the clock was ticking, the doctor did an x-ray on me and he explained what was going on and the doctor told her the problem that I have to my mum. My problem was called scoliosis and it is a medical condition in which a person’s spine is curved from side to side either it look like an “S” or a “C”. So in my situation, my curve was an “S” then the doctor made me a hard cast which is called braces, instead of my spine grow curvy but the braces are suppose to straighten my spine and other than that, he told my mother that I need to wear it every day and night but it was uncomfortable for to wear it so, I kept on complaining to my mum how much it hurts and all.
After 7 years has passed, I stopped wearing the braces because I thought my back was already fine but it was actually the opposite. My curve was getting noticeable and the degree of the curve was getting higher. So my mum brought me to the hospital again and I continued my check-up till I was 15 and thanks to my hard headed mind thinking that don’t need the doctor’s advice and also maybe thinking that I’m wolverine that can heal by himself, I stopped wearing my braces and continue with my normal life routine. After a year had passed, my curve increased up to 65 degrees and at that time, I find it hard to breathe and to sleep, so I told my dad and he told my mum about my situation and...