Cases of trauma resulting in broken bones, where an orthopedic surgeon is needed, are going to appear here soon.
Here’s something simple and always amazing. It’s the way the human body is able to heal broken bones. Especially in young people, just look at how there is callus formation, periosteal reaction, as these fractures of the radius and ulna, are healing.
To get things started:
All of my life, I was hooked to sports. Growing up in a suburb of a big city on the East Coast, I quickly realized early on that sports mean a whole lot to my family. As the youngest out of three brothers, I was in front of our house, sitting on the lawn and watching my two older brothers play football and catch with my dad. These are some of my earliest memories and I believe that I attained them before I could even walk.
As I grew older, the same pattern was repeated over and over again. My father was a local high school basketball coach and my mom was a professional ice skater turned homemaker. In our households, playing sports and enjoying them was a given norm.
In those types of situations, people tend to feel pressured to start doing the same activities, but in my case, I was delighted to start practicing sports. When I finally reach the age when I starting school, I was already well-versed in traditional summer US sports, which made me quite a small athlete. In the coming years, I continued to practice them, but in that process, I somehow found my favorite sport in the entire world: soccer.
Living in the US at that time meant that soccer was not successful at all. In fact, while kids played it, many others seem to perceive it as a kid’s game, similar to dodgeball. But for me, when I began high school, it was a dream come true. In that activity, I found everything I ever wanted.
My father and mother were supportive of me, even when I broke my leg the first time around, way back when I was only 19. Broken bones were nothing new in our family, so we went to see a doctor and then an orthopedic surgeon. The X-ray suggested that I needed a surgery, which did not seem like a big deal to me.
But, the fracture turned out to be more complex and I needed time to recover. In that period, glued to the couch in front of the TV, I gradually began to forget about sports and soccer and started to gain weight. I believe I was close to forgetting all about my athletic dreams, but then, tragedy struck.
My grandmother ended up in a hospital. A mammogram revealed a tumor in her breast and she was immediately placed on a list for surgery. At the same time, I had to go back to the hospital for a small correction of the fracture, so for a short time, we were hospitalized together. She was diagnosed with breast cancer. In that moment, I realized how life was brittle and easily made us forget about the important things. No broken bones could replace the notion of losing my grandmother to breast cancer. Then and there, lying in that hospital bed, I promised myself I would be a better person.
Immediately after my surgery was completed, I started training to repair my straight. I began a meal process that helps lose weight, it actually works. As well as a variety of exercises with the purpose of getting back into shape. The experience I had motivated me to become a better person and also a better athlete. My fracture healed and I began to train soccer with more vigor and determines than ever before.
As if by miracle, my grandmother also recuperated and began to feel better, with the breast cancer surgery being a great success. She, like the rest of my family, spurred me on and supported me as I made the transition from an amateur athlete to a professional sportsman when I moved to Europe to start playing on a professional level.
Here, as the years when by, I experienced broken bones on a regular basis and a visit to an orthopedic surgeon was something that I became very accustomed to. But, no fracture, no matter how serious, could drive me away from the soccer pitch, where I found my true life calling. During the same time, I met the best woman in the world and now we have a happy marriage together and two beautiful boys.
They often play soccer in our backyard and I cannot help myself and feel proud and full of love. In many ways, all of that is the direct result of all that I felt during my time in the hospital I shared with my grandmother. That time defined me as a person and as an athlete.
Thanks to a single unfortunate bone fracture and a serious diagnose from a loved one, I became a man who I am today.