Lives Worth Living 06/10/2016 To say I was scared when I walked into the hospital for back surgery was an understatement. I was terrified. I had, or rather have, scoliosis. Constant pain in my back and restricted breathing made it difficult, often impossible, for me to keep up with my peers, many of whom would have been happy to leave me behind. For that reason, I should have been happy to finally have the surgery that would correct the 72 degree curve in my spine. I wasn’t. I was terrified. Terrified of the pain. READ MORE
To say I was scared when I walked into the hospital for back surgery was an understatement. I was terrified. I had, or rather have, scoliosis. Constant pain in my back and restricted breathing made it difficult, often impossible, for me to keep up with my peers, many of whom would have been happy to leave me behind. For that reason, I should have been happy to finally have the surgery that would correct the 72 degree curve in my spine. I wasn’t. I was terrified. Terrified of the pain.
