Very soon, there will not be enough space on forms for me to fill out the number of surgeries that I have had. I am not yet 40.
I am not complaining, these kinds of things happen, and for the most part there is little that I could have done in my past to have prevented any of these surgeries.
My tonsils? Well, they just got too big and by the age of 6 the doctor wanted them out.
At 19 a disc in my back degenerated so badly that my right leg was starting to go numb and give out. I am not sure that I could have changed that.
Three knee surgeries happened due to a stupid skiing accident on a day when I did not even want to go skiing. I suppose I could have changed this - I could have not gone skiing that day. I could have taken a different trail down the mountain (I'm sorry, HILL, as we were skiing in Massachusetts...), and there are dozens of other little decisions that could have been made to stop the incident from occurring, but none the less, it happened. And life goes on.
A hole in my heart... born with it. Congenital heart defects happen, and I do not know of any ways to stop them. Many people have asked me, "Well, how did you find out about it?" A simple one word response: "I had a stroke." And I could not have stopped the stroke, because it had to do with the heart defect.
And now I am pretty fired up, because I get to have another knee surgery.
You almost have to laugh at all of this. Almost. Because if you didn't you would sit down in a corner and cry because the entire situation is pretty pathetic. However, I am not the kind of person to sit in the corner and cry. I am not the kind of person to sit in the corner and complain. I would rather be in the middle of it all, changing things for the better, and making a conscious decision to live my life in the moment, and know that for that moment, it is going to be alright.