Personal Narrative: Frosh Football

It was just another normal day, it was about three years ago. I had to go into the doctors again to get my yearly echocardiogram, the news I heard was not at all what I was looking for. The feeling of getting something you love taken away from you is the worst possible feeling. to help you through it you just need to use more than 2 legs. I was sitting on the crinkly paper that lays upon the weird bed, not expecting any new news. As the doctor walks in he says that the pictures have came in, then he says that my artery called an aorta has grown faster than my body and it is enlarged. He then shows the me horrible black and white pictures of my artery, even though I didn’t understand any of the pictures the feeling was still horrible. He still tries to explain the pictures, I don’t even try to pay attention because I feel so …show more content…
It comes by so fast. There’s only one thing on my mind after summer lifting. Am I able to play Frosh Football? Of course since I haven't been able to play any type of contact sports in 3 years, I was very pessimistic. I thought what are the chances of me being able to play football, I haven’t been able to play in 3 years, so why would they let me play now? Those 30 words. Those 104 letters flew around inside of my brain for the hour I was at St. Elizabeth’s Hospital. I started to gain confidence that I would be able to play while I was sitting in the dark room, looking at the big computer screen and the millions of buttons below it. I remember glancing at the T.V that was above me, while sportscenter was on.
I had to of been waiting in that doctor's office for... What it felt like hours, but it turned out to be just 15 minutes. As soon as the doctor came in was when my eyes grew to the size of plums. I was so eager to hear if I could play or not. What he said at first seemed like a bad thing. I remember him saying “Your artery has not grown or shrunk, it has stayed the same size as it was last year.” I thought to myself Oh