So not too long ago. Maybe two years ago, I had my first real surgery. I had some how managed to cut the blood supply from my knee causing it to become very painful to walk. Well I have my first surgery and they put a screw that will dissolve they said in about two years. Ok. It was pretty dramatic to me since it was my first surgery, but really it was no big deal. I was currently dancing and had just probably danced through the worst pain I have ever encountered during a recital. I did pointe, which for those of you who do not know is where I stand on my toes and dance, so that probably wasn't the best idea to dance through that.
Well it was summer so I went through my first surgery. After everything was said and down it seemed fine. I went back to dancing and my knee felt normal. Well I guess the saying, "Only time will tell" took affect. Around December I started having trouble with my knee again. It was giving out on me and the pain was becoming unbearable. I went back to the doctor and he told me something that was quite frightening. He told me he didn't know what was wrong with me and wanted to send me to his other colleague to see what he thought it might be. So i travelled to his other colleague to let him take a look at my knee. I could tell my mom was a nervous wreck, so i tried to hide the fact that 1.) I was in a lot of pain and 2.) I also was a nervous wreck. Well i went through the same process of getting my knee x-rayed and all that good stuff. Turns out he doesn't know what is wrong with me either.
Let me just tell you. When you are in a lot of pain and no doctor seems to know what is wrong with you...it becomes a little discouraging to hear. Okay, I won't lie. It becomes very discouraging to hear. We went back to my original doctor and he suggested I get an MRI done. I have never had an MRI done before and I can tell you I don't want another. It is too loud for me. The results came in and finally....we had an answer.
It seemed I had a huge peice of my knee that was missing. Missing?? Really? I mean come on it's not everyday you wake up to someone telling you you have a crater in your knee where a piece of bone should be. Ha. Yeah I don't think Mom's nerves were calmed any. I went to the doctor and he told me what kind of surgery he was going to do. Little did I know I was about to become famous in the medical world.
I had the surgery and it was a lot worse than the first surgery i encountered. I went through a lot of tears and therapy. Ugh don't even get me started on what therapy is like. Well It was time for my monthly check up at the surgeon doctors place. What I was told gave me different emotions. I was angry, excited, and shocked. I was told the surgery that was performed on me was a new surgery. Oh you want to know how new? Yeah like new as in I was the first person in the United States of America to have this surgery done. Crazy right?? I was ultimately a guinea pig. But the surgery worked and up till this day I have no problem with my knee.
Two years later....my other knee had surgery..same thing but this time we caught it early so the surgery with the screw that dissolves worked. :) I almost thought I was going to have to wheel across the stage in my wheelchair to get my diploma! I am so glad i didn't. But i did have to quit dance. The thing i loved so much. Even sitting here writing this brings tears to my eyes. I didn't understand at the time why God had taken the thing I was best at, the thing I loved the most was taken out from under me. It was my senior year and i had my senior solo i was to perform at the recital this spring. I struggled with this. I cried and questioned God a thousand times.
I still may not know why God took something i loved so much away from me, but He has a plan. He has a plan for my life, and though at times I may not know where this path is headed I just have to put my faith in Him and I know "He will make my paths straight" (Proverbs 3:5-6). Just always know God has a plan for your life and He will always be there to show you the way.
Over and Out! See ya!
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