When I was 15 and 16 I was struggling with a bone disease.
One that sometimes was hard to fight, it hurt, and I was in pain. I couldn't live a normal teenage life. In fact I spent more time in hospitals and meeting with doctors than I did with many other things in my life. I had to quit sports, otherwise according to one doctor, "By age 21 I could be in a wheelchair."
It was intimidating, to have my whole life change in such a drastic way, therefore in a way I gave up on myself. At the time I remember my dad telling me that after my surgery I would be able to run again, and play sports again, I just had to let my body heal.
FAST FORWARD 4 YEARS.
This year I started playing indoor soccer, nothing super big. But then everything with my internal bleeding happened.
Fast forward through, 1 cancer scare, 2 radiation treatments, 3 months basically on bedrest, and then my hair turning to crap.
This July 20th, on my 20th birthday I ran a 5K. That's right. I RAN. After all that, I ran, I loved it, and I finished. Painlessly.
Take that, to all who said my body couldn't, and wouldn't be able to accomplish this.
My body tried to kill me, ain't no body got time for that.
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