My first thought was I would never play volleyball again. As the ice started to relieve the pain, I went to the hospital. IVs, morphine, x-rays, and a lot of pain later, I left with my thumb back in place and in a temporary wrap. A week later, I went to a specialist, which revealed to me that I had fully tore the radial ligament in my thumb. He concluded that I would not be able to play volleyball my last season. The tear was rare, so he sent me to a surgeon more familiar with the injury. My worst nightmare came true. My grief was overbearing, and maybe to others, dramatic, but only an athlete would understand. Through my sorrow, I was anything but joyous. I only felt sorry for myself, yet, somehow when I went to the next specialist, I had a lot of hope in my heavy heart. After all, hope was all I felt I had, but now that I look back I realize I had so many people supporting me. Luckily, I got a miracle, the next surgeon told me I would not need surgery, just a cast for about a month. This was the best news I had ever heard. Although, it meant I would be out of volleyball for a while, I did not have to miss the whole season. This experience changed my whole
My first thought was I would never play volleyball again. As the ice started to relieve the pain, I went to the hospital. IVs, morphine, x-rays, and a lot of pain later, I left with my thumb back in place and in a temporary wrap. A week later, I went to a specialist, which revealed to me that I had fully tore the radial ligament in my thumb. He concluded that I would not be able to play volleyball my last season. The tear was rare, so he sent me to a surgeon more familiar with the injury. My worst nightmare came true. My grief was overbearing, and maybe to others, dramatic, but only an athlete would understand. Through my sorrow, I was anything but joyous. I only felt sorry for myself, yet, somehow when I went to the next specialist, I had a lot of hope in my heavy heart. After all, hope was all I felt I had, but now that I look back I realize I had so many people supporting me. Luckily, I got a miracle, the next surgeon told me I would not need surgery, just a cast for about a month. This was the best news I had ever heard. Although, it meant I would be out of volleyball for a while, I did not have to miss the whole season. This experience changed my whole