Yvonne's kids

I went to Atlanta, Georgia last summer. I went to visit my father for about eight days. While I was there I met his girlfriend Yvonne. She’s very strong and sweet at the same time. She’s a great lady and I like spending time with her. I also like spending time with her five kids! (That’s right; count them, 5!). They were ten, eight, six, and two four year old twins. They all had very different personalities and didn’t always get along. Their mother kept the kids in line and they wouldn’t dare defy her. She made them listen to everything they had to say. After a few days with the kids, we really started to click and they said that they saw me as a big brother. I got along with them very well and it taught a little bit about fatherhood that I will always cherish. Yvonne only had one son who I felt really looked up to me a lot. He has to live with four girls and I know that that’s probably torture for him. He said that he liked having somebody around that can finally beat him at video games. The oldest girl is ten and she’s the mature one. She was the easiest to talk to because she was the oldest. I don’t know why but I didn’t really get to know the six year old that much. I adore the twins to no end. They are the cutest little baby’s that I have ever met. It was time for us to say goodbye and nobody was super happy about it, but we knew that the day would come. I got on that plane with knowledge, memories, and a giant wad of babysitting cash (Cha-Ching).

The day of my operation

The day of my operation I wasn’t scared. I was just ready to get it over with. So my mother drove me to the hospital as we prayed. We sat in the waiting room for over an hour which was so boring. The only thing that was keeping me entertained was that there were two ladies that were speaking in sign language sitting across from me which was fun to watch. A kind nurse took me to a room and I got into my gown. She asked 2 million questions. Then another doctor came in and asked 2 million questions. And so on until I got my shots. Two anesthesiologists showed up in my room and asked if I was ready. I said “Yeah” and they injected me with some serum. My eyes immediately began to droop and all I was thinking was “what the heck did they just put in me”. They wheeled me into a room and I maneuvered myself over to the table where they would perform the surgery. I looked up into a light and…

The next minute I woke up in a bed looking at my two feet and there was a lady I’d never seen before next to me. “You’re finally awake sleepy head” she said. Apperantly I’d been asleep for an hour after my surgery was over. I didn’t even greet her I just said in a sort of angry way, “I thought I wasn’t going to have cast for my leg after the surgery was over!?”. She told me that it wasn’t a cast, it was giant bandage that they had to rap my leg in. What! They put me in a wheelchair and my mother drove around to the front of the hospital to help me into the car. That anesthesia is very strong because even by the time I got home my balance was so shot that I could barely crutch myself in a straight line down the hall. It was 2:00p.m. and I just lied in my bed and went to sleep because it had been a long day.

My leg

August 31, 2007 was the day that I broke my leg. So I ask myself, why is it April 7, 2009 and I’m in a wheelchair going into and operating room for surgery. I broke my leg from tripping out of a stationary car. I went to the doctor and got it x-rayed. They told my leg had broken in two places because of a hole caused by a bone cyst in my leg. They gave me a cast that stretched from my toes to my thigh. I had just been accepted to open high school I went to school for the first day. My doctor insisted I be home schooled since my school had no elevators. I was out of school for two full months and I wasn’t able to come back until my cast had come off.

The day had arrived when my cast was finally going to come off. They gave me a medical boot I arrived at school on Halloween day. It was awkward and I didn’t know anybody. Eventually I didn’t need the boot anymore. I made lots of friends and took full advantage of have the ability to walk again. I started playing sports, walking more, and exercising. One day I went to the doctor and he told the hole in my leg wasn’t healing right, that I still had a hole in it. So he told me to go to physical therapy for my leg and inner knee pain. The therapy was working. My hole began to close up and my knee pain was gone. But my doctor was still worried, he wanted to do surgery to seal up the hole and remove the bone cyst. Then he said something that scares me to this day. “We have to make sure that his cyst is not cancerous.”