Surgeons inserted a rod and four screws into my right leg. They also found out that my swollen right wrist was full of badly pulled ligaments. I spent the rest of that summer with a cast on my arm sitting in a wheelchair.
I was scared that nothing would ever be the same.
Obviously, I made it through. I am more than able to walk, now. Nothing is really the same as it was before my surgery. I am more than okay with the changes, though. Things change and I have no control over that. Life has taken me down a completely different path, but I am confident that it is the right path.
ssd My leg, today. My scars are barely visible.
June 14th, 2007 Seven days after my high school graduation and the first link in an unending chain of events that would lend a hand in molding me into the adult I continue to become.