Hi, everyone! Some of you may or may not over four years ago I underwent a back operation to correct my scoliosis. I found it very comforting to read about other experiences in the waiting months before my operation. Therefore I thought I would write my story. I have decided to write it like this my journal, as there is a lot of information from my story I can tell you. The up’s and the down’s, the laughter and the crying, every single detail you could want I’m going to divulge to you. I was thinking about putting up a new journal post every week, but if you would like them sooner, please let me know in the comments below! So..Here we go, the first part of the long journey, hope you enjoy.
Well, I guess the only way to start telling my experience would be from the beginning. From the second I was born I have loved being in the water. It was the only thing to calm me down, stop me crying, and especially throwing all my toys out of the pram. My parents said they would give me baths at quite often as I was a relatively naughty child, but cute naughty they say. My parents would tell me stories of how I would stay in the water so long I started resembling a raisin and that I would start kicking off again if took me out before I wanted to. This love for the water soon developed into me becoming a swimmer enthusiast and achieving many grades for swimming. I would swim for hours on end as not only was it good for me physically but mentally too. Another big hobby of mine as a child was being incredibly opinionated. So as I love shouting my voice at the top of the hills, naturally I started doing the singing lesson and managed to achieve a grade 6.
My singing teacher would always moan about how I stood lopsided and how she didn’t like I tried enough. I always would tell her ” I’m standing straight, I feel straight I’m using all the power of my diaphragm I have” over the following years of being a teenager I found myself feeling constantly ill. I was diagonsed with severe anemina, which now I receive iron injections for, when I was about 14, I started getting horrific pains in my left abdomen, to a point where I couldn’t walk and just cry in pain. My parents knew there was something wrong me, but we couldn’t understand what it was as it could be so variable. My mother is incredibly anti doctors as she is convinced “you catch more walking in and seeking for help” so it took us a while to get there. Over the next two years, I would have a copious amount of different doctors who gave me a full range of diagnosis. From you might need your gore bladder out or the classic you have just have hay fever malarky. All of these doctors did the same routine of “lie down on the bed, and I’m going to feel around your stomach” They all pushed hard into my stomach to try and feel what I think was inflammation, and shock horror they found nothing. I got given different medication, blood tests, urine tests and scared of what they thought was wrong with me.
Now, let’s skip to my final year of GCSE’s. These caused enough stress without me having my unsolved medical problems. I was practising for the technical element of my music GCSE, and this required me to sing one solo and one duet. As I was singing, I have a vivid memory of my singing teacher being annoyed at me for not singing properly and complaining I wasn’t standing correctly. I remember being unhappy because I was getting out of breath so quickly and even when I was doing my swimming for my PE GCSE, it is hard to keep my breath, and not only that I noticed I couldn’t swim as fast and had the most irritating pain in my right hip. I explained to my singing teacher that the doctors had diagnosed me with a chest infection and given me medication, which I didn’t think was working at all and she told me to stop singing immeditaely and let my voice rest for a bit, in hope, it would be better for my exam.
During the time of me resting my voice, I felt like I was getting no better and it got to a point where I would walk up the stairs and feel like I ran a marathon. I remember having a conversation with my mum and thinking this seems more than a chest infection. I have had chest infections before, but this just felt like hell. Later that evening we decided to go to the doctors and ended up seeing a doctor I hadn’t seen before; Dr.Layng. He did the typical procedure, where we walked into his room and was greeted with a friendly hello, sit down and tell me what’s wrong with you. I explained what had been happening over the past two years, and the symptoms I had been feeling and what was going on at present. What happened next is something I would never forget. He wanted to listen to my breathing, he placed the stethoscope on my back and listened to my breathing. Bare in mind every single time I had been to the doctors previously I was wearing my school uniform, but for some reason, this time, I just had to urge to get changed into some boring black leggings and a top.
After listening to my breathing he told me at least twice to stand up straight and I said I was, he then lifted up my top slightly to look at my back, he then put my top immediately back down and look startled and said he would be back in a second. Both my mum and I looked at each other very confused, and even though neither of us said it, we were both frightened. What felt like an hour was probably only a minute, maybe not even that. My doctor walked in with someone else, Dr. Dellow, who was the head GP at the practice. The other doctor also looked at my back and told my mum and me that I had a severe case of Scoliosis. Scoliosis is the abnormal twisting and curvature of the spine; some people only get one curve in either the bottom or the top or in some cases like mine you get both a big curve at the top and the bottom. Scoliosis can develop at any age but is most common in children aged 10-15. In the UK, around three or four in every 1,000 children need treatment for scoliosis. Also, It’s more common in females than males.
Personally, I don’t remember much of the conversation they had with me and my mum; I think I was just a little bit confused, maybe in shock…Who knows! The next thing I do remember has to walk out the back way of the doctors as everyone had left, all the staff had gone; we had been in there for that long. That evening I went to bed feeling relived in the fact I finally knew what was wrong with me but also slightly nervous as I didn’t know what the outcome of my health would be.
– Charlotte x