This Week 21 of our 52 weeks of Sharing Memories - A Genealogy Journey for 2012. This is our third year writing our memoirs and childhood memories for our descendants.
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When I was 16 years old I had my knee operated on. That was the first of many operations on that knee and I'm scheduled for two more. I'd had pain in that knee for years but my mom kept telling me it was "just growing pains." Does anyone else know that overused expression?
Well it wasn't growing pains. As young as I was when I first recall the pain (age 11), I didn't think growing pains should hurt that much! My knee use to lock into place and I would be unable to move. Literally. I'd be walking to school and bam! Excrutiating pain and locked into place. I'd have to wiggle and jiggle and shake my leg, crying the whole time, until it released enough to allow some movement. My mom continued to claim growing pains as the culprit. Finally at age 16 I took matters into my own hands and made a doctor's appointment on my own. Before I knew it I was at a specialist and then whisked into hospital for surgery.
Then came the fun of being on crutches and only going to school part-time. Because we had no school buses and I couldn't walk the few miles to our High School, it was arranged that I'd be transported by taxi. I only had to attend half-days and I remember I would come home exhausted.
It took a lot of physiotherapy to get back to any semblance of easier movement and walking but the time passed and I did it.
What major surgeries or health problems did you experience as a child? Or were you lucky enough to get through relatively unscathed? I was always a sickly kid and my knee problems were just the tip of the iceberg.