Life is like a roller coaster. There are moments in life when a person may face a lifelong of hardships, but some will prevail those challenging obstacles. At the time, it can lead one to suffocate and become overwhelmed by the desperation of repudiating the medical report; instead of accepting the style of living and obtaining stability.
A year ago, I started to notice a tingling sensation that would arise at the tips of my cold and numb fingers. They would appear as plain white- that limited my blood circulation, and then the affected area would turn blue- as it regains a sudden blood flow. It feels as if your hand is sleeping, and won't get up unless it's warm.
My mother and I were clueless, and we were seeking answers to this problem. …show more content…
Most of the time things got better, but then I would sink like a hopeless boat. Therefore, they had to increase my medication and add stronger drugs to reduce the numbers and pain that was caused. During the whole process I gained weight and an increase amount of hair and pimples.
Sometimes I can feel eyes gazing at me in school, with questions they want to ask, but afraid to hurt my feelings. It makes me feel helpless and insecure about the way I look. Most of the time, I would stare into a mirror and don't even recognize myself; not only physically but emotionally too.
I never thought that at the age of 16 I would be swallowing pills, getting endless amount of needles, or feel vulnerable. As a result of my disease my marks started to drop, I stopped chasing my dreams, and became independent for a few months.
However, I remembered my two aunts that survived against the odds when they faced life threatening experiences; they were optimistic and hopeful for the future. For that reason, I got extra help after school for math, started to depend upon my friends and family for support and encouragement, took my health seriously by taking my pills consistently, and when I was in a bad condition to perform, I did it anyway because I wasn't going to let the illness prevent me from doing what I love
A year ago, I started to notice a tingling sensation that would arise at the tips of my cold and numb fingers. They would appear as plain white- that limited my blood circulation, and then the affected area would turn blue- as it regains a sudden blood flow. It feels as if your hand is sleeping, and won't get up unless it's warm.
My mother and I were clueless, and we were seeking answers to this problem. …show more content…
Most of the time things got better, but then I would sink like a hopeless boat. Therefore, they had to increase my medication and add stronger drugs to reduce the numbers and pain that was caused. During the whole process I gained weight and an increase amount of hair and pimples.
Sometimes I can feel eyes gazing at me in school, with questions they want to ask, but afraid to hurt my feelings. It makes me feel helpless and insecure about the way I look. Most of the time, I would stare into a mirror and don't even recognize myself; not only physically but emotionally too.
I never thought that at the age of 16 I would be swallowing pills, getting endless amount of needles, or feel vulnerable. As a result of my disease my marks started to drop, I stopped chasing my dreams, and became independent for a few months.
However, I remembered my two aunts that survived against the odds when they faced life threatening experiences; they were optimistic and hopeful for the future. For that reason, I got extra help after school for math, started to depend upon my friends and family for support and encouragement, took my health seriously by taking my pills consistently, and when I was in a bad condition to perform, I did it anyway because I wasn't going to let the illness prevent me from doing what I love