A Narrative Essay On Cerebral Palsy

Wishing for a Miracle
I remember crying in my father’s lap, sobbing, saying I didn’t want to do it. The nurse came over to me and said Do you think you could you drink this for me? What is it? I asked. It's sugar water he replied. I drank it so fast not realizing how bad sugar and water could taste mixed together. The next thing I remember was a woman coming to my bed asking me about colors. She said I could pick three. I saw my two favorite colors neon pink and dark purple and I knew those were the ones. Those are the colors I’ll spend the next three months looking at as I am bound to a hospital bed with a metal bar between my legs. I was six years old.
When I was born I was born two and a half months early. No doctor, nurse or specialist could figure out why. I was born with a lack of oxygen to my brain causing it to bleed. Doctors told my parents I wasn’t going to live. I was left in the hospital for three weeks, my parents yearning for the chance I’ll survive. I did. Then as time went one I wasn’t developing the way other newborns were. I was diagnosed with Cerebral Palsy. Cerebral Palsy can cause many problems for the person who has it including low muscle tone, learning disabilities, seizure, loss of hearing, paralysis and more. Cerebral Palsy affected my legs to the point of where I could walk, but in crouched position with
Surgery became an option after multiple Botox injections and countless therapy sessions. The surgery involved seven hours of sawing open both legs, cutting off an inch of bone turning the hip bones in, crunching the bone up putting it back in finishing it off with plates and screws. This would require me to be in bed for three months. Be confined to a wheelchair for a year and teaching myself how to walk again. After much consideration from my parents, the date was set, to what I believe to have been a chilly October