Wishing it Away
I remember every detail of that day, down to the last second of insignificant time. The before, during, and after will forever be imprinted in my mind as a reminder of my limits. I also know that what happened and what will happen are nothing compared to the hardships some experience, but I can't help but want to wish it away.
“This will require a surgical procedure,” said my orthopedic surgeon. These words sent my heart on a sprint. I had been told countless times why my knee caps persisted in dislocating every time I turned a certain way, and I had also been told over and over that I would probably need surgery to tighten and reconstruct the tissue to help prevent the dislocations. However, I had still hoped that other options would fix the problem. I had had an operation before, but getting my tonsils out and having work done on my leg seemed different.
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