Having a disability can be a huge burden during one’s
earlier years. Not only do have to learn
how to overcome every day challenges that most people face, but you have to go
head to head with issues that hardly anyone else knows anything about. For me, this extra issue came in the form of
multiple surgeries.
I cannot go into detail about every surgery I have had the “pleasure”
of experiencing, but I can give the details on a particular operation that remains
stuck in mind to this day. This
experience was an even defined the end of the nineties.
In the winter of 1999, my primary doctor discovered that the
ball of my hip was coming out of its socket.
I was sent to a hospital that specialized in surgeries for those who are
disabled. I met with another doctor by the
name of John Herzenberg. He claimed that
the hip ball on in the right leg would need to be put back in the socket
correctly, or I would face complications later on in life. After the operation was completed, an
Ilizarov would be required to be attached to my leg for three months to ensure that
hip ball would remain in place while my body healed. The operation was performed on the thirtieth
of June.
After the operation was over, there was quite a long
recovery process. The Ilizarov had pins
on the side of it that went directly into my bone. This means that my leg had wounds that could
not heal until the apparatus was taken off.
I endured the device on my leg for three long months. I had to clean my pinholes out twice a
day. Difficulties ranged from putting on
pants to using the toilet correctly. The
mechanical devise was quite the monster, but it made for a good arm rest.
It took my leg five months to heal completely after the
Ilizarov was removed. The ball of my hip
still remains in its proper place to this day.
I will never forget this event in my life regardless of how much time
passes. Something such as will test the strength
of an individual, but he or she be better off for the experience.
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