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Personal Narrative: Eleventh Grade
Surprise Eleventh grade was a substantial upgrade compared to tenth grade, although many things were the same. Same drama, cliques, and crap just a different day. Nothing spectacular happened to me, and all year I went through the motions of my weeks having weekends to push me through. My class load and work kept me out of trouble, like I said same thing different day. But, it was never that simple for me. Then in comes June 10th and I had a routine doctor's appointment which became abnormal about 10 minutes in. All my life I have had to live with chronic pain due to ovarian cysts, so my doctor touched upon the subject going through the motions like every year and found something I said peculiar.
I knew something was wrong when she asked
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My doctor said I was too young so they never even considered it a possibility. This is where the problem lied, since it was misdiagnosed and neglected for years I am now considered infertile. At 17, children have always been a part of my plan, although I am not one of those girls who has names and things picked out, but nevertheless it was included somewhere. I didn’t know what to say and neither did anyone else. I don’t think anyone was planning on telling a girl who hasn’t even graduated high school or applied to colleges yet, that having children is out of the picture, but it …show more content…
Then, in October I had that “pain free” procedure done, which mind you I was awake for and is what they described as natural pain. The natural pain, was a coined term for replicating the pain of contractions during childbirth (reconsidering the whole infertility as not so bad now). But I got through it and for the first time feel much better and don’t having to walk around in pain. Overall, I am happy I got help and am able to manage my situation, but on the other hand the ignorance was nice. I wish I could have found out later in life and just had normal 17 year old problems, but things happen and we all have to learn to move

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