Yes without bad times good times cannot exist just as darkness is only around if the light is also around. If you constantly got everything handed to you (like some rich people) then you have no idea of the meaning of life when it comes to learning this kind of appreciation and hard work.
To you, it would be what you were going to buy next or what vacation you were taking next.
Hard times allow you to step out of routine and out of your shell so that you can see life for what it truly is. Life is about those who we want around us.
The ones we love whether it is friends, family, or just random peers.
It’s about finding the glory of the great moments while accepting the pain/angst of the tough times.
This story involves the challenges of physical pain and sickness and how we can overcome these challenges by finding that strength that allows us to press forward in motivation and determination within us.
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On June 20, it will have been six years since the surgery that changed my life. I regret not embracing my adversity with the same inspiring intensity as Zach Sobiech did his, especially considering how much worse the adversity he faced was. However, I am incredibly grateful for my trials. Adversity is undervalued but is arguably a wonderful and natural part of life. It led me to realize my dream of working in politics when I was 13, and it leads me to pursue my goals today.
My condition began in February 2006, when I was 13. I awoke in pain. I figured I was just sick — during my childhood, I was frequently sick, especially once I turned 10 (which I later learned was due to fibromyalgia). I stayed home a few days; every time I tried to go to school, I ended up coming home early. I realized something was wrong.
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My physician recommended I see a gastroenterologist. The gastro said I was “stressed” and should “go to the mall.” He then accused me of trying to get out of school, exaggerating, and lying. He told me he could perform tests but knew he would find nothing. I felt helpless — nobody had berated and doubted me like this before. I soon learned this would be a rule and not an exception.
The next gastroenterologist acknowledged perplexing abnormalities revealed by several exams but mimicked the previous gastro’s accusations and insults. In May 2006, a fourth misdiagnosed me with Crohn’s Disease after a procedure.
However, when I informed him the medication he had prescribed was not working, he resorted to all the usual insults. Rather than admit he was unsure, he resorted to name-calling a 13-year-old, just as the other doctors readily had.
After innumerable similar scenarios, I moved on to my eighth gastro in December 2006 — the only gastro who made a good-faith effort to treat me and never doubted me. Previously, after a CAT scan revealed glaring abnormalities, I saw another type of doctor.
My father inquired if I might have endometriosis, and the doctor replied that while my symptoms matched, I was “too young” to have it, and he didn’t bother investigating further. In December, we once again began to wonder. We asked the eighth gastro who said he could not affirm, as it was not his expertise.
In January 2007, a doctor suspected I had endometriosis. This doctor was genuine — he even gave me a hug when he saw me clutching my stomach in pain. He referred me to an expert in the field as well as to a pain management specialist so that I could live more comfortably until the surgery. The expert confirmed the diagnosis and scheduled a surgery.
In the interim, I saw the pain management specialist, who prescribed me various pain-killers. He was kind, respectful, and appalled by what I had been through. He said it was “obvious” I was telling the truth. I cannot verbalize how relieved I felt to know doctors finally believed me.
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