Childhood· Motherhood· SurgeryRemembering 10 years ago, I was 15. I was scared, and in pain. My spine was bent and twisted at a 75 degree angle. I had been through several years of back braces, Constant pain, chiropractors, and doctors. Everything was tried to prevent surgery, But it was inevitable. 10 years ago, I was wheeled into the OR, Leaving my family in the waiting room. I remember counting backwards, And falling asleep. I remember them waking me up, And asking me to move my feet. Later to find out they had told my parents I had lost all feeling on my left side. I remember being overdosed by a crazed recovery nurse And being given several blood transfusions. I remember recovering with a broken hip, A numb leg, and a walker. Things a 15 year old shouldn’t have. I remember freaking out when I weighed myself After all the titanium they put in my back. I remember my first flight after surgery, Where all the metal detectors went off, And I had to pull out my Doctors note. I remember feeling so self conscious about my scars And trying all sorts of creams to cover them. But today, I remember 10 years ago, And I feel so blessed. Blessed to be alive. To not be in pain. To have been able to carry a child. Now those couple scars are barely visible. But I look at them and remember to be grateful.