Steady Hands: The World Through a Scalpel

I was never too fond of the classic childhood toys. Quite frankly, beautiful dolls and shiny cars never appealed to me as being anything more than hunks of plastic stacked on a Toys-R-Us shelf. Based on what my parents have told me, it wasn’t until I was about three or so that when visiting my Nana in Arizona, I received a gift that I’d come to consider especially inspiring and significant in helping me discover a passion that I am still pursuing today. A wide variety of mock instruments like a stethoscope, scalpel, plexor, stapler, and much more were bundled in a large, clear doctor’s tote. Curious and bright eyed, I tore into that bag like candy. I was in awe of what all I could seemingly do with a few pieces of equipment in my hands and the right mindset. My play medical kit, which today I happen to have resting behind a wood bureau in the corner of my room, became my pride and joy. I can vividly remember “doctor” being my favorite childhood game. My parents, being as cooperati

In a matter of seconds, everything had changed. Little did I know that that soccer game would be the last I’d suit up for for a while. The classic “pop” was all too real. In the midst of my body being slapped down to the hard turf, I already knew something was off. My left knee was flung into the air like spaghetti and sandwiched between two people. With little control over redirecting it, there was nothing more I could do than just wait for the damage to hit. When my left side made contact with the ground, my knee still clamped inwards, there was a screaming loud “crack, then “pop” that rung through my ears. The pain was immediate and throbbing. My toes went numb and shock started to set in. Laying loosely on the ground before the medic, coach, family, and friends rushed to me felt like an eternity. Soon enough, I was on a cushioned table being examined by the sports medicine trainer. The swelling set in instantly, making my knee incredibly stiff and that much more painful. Upon