20.What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger

Playing a lot of baseball through my high school years I learned a lot and planned on playing my senior year and possibly in college. Throughout my lifetime I have had to persevere through many things. One of the hardest was getting through the end of my junior year. As a member of the varsity baseball team there is nothing to look forward to more than putting on that freshly cleaned uniform running out on the just groomed baseball diamond and getting yourself all dirtied up from sliding into second after a stolen base or diving after that ground ball hit hard up the middle and digging your cleats into the batter’s box as you step up to home plate. After being able to feel this for many years before, this year was different. Three days before our first game and just finding out that I was going to be the starting second baseman for our team, I had also found out that I had a genetic kidney disease. This changed the way the rest of the entire season had gone. I had found out from many doctors and professionals that my kidney had something going wrong with it. It was bleeding and what it was supposed to be doing just wasn’t happening. After sitting out the rest of the season and never being able to experience the feeling of stepping out onto that diamond and smelling the freshly cut grass I had never changed my mind about baseball. With my surgery a few days after our last game I never had been so disappointed in my life.
This did not only ruin the way my baseball season went but also my grades. I learned that going to class on pain killers was almost as affective as not going to class at all. For about 2 months of going to class with this pain I was so concentrated on my pain and what had been going on and not on my classes. After going through many MRI’s and CT scans the doctors began to wonder if I had kidney cancer. While they were testing this for about a week I had never seen my mom cry so much. I remember lying in my bed at night and hearing my mom crying herself to sleep and both of them talking about what they would do if I did have cancer. After having my surgery I learned that my disease did nothing but make me a stronger person. Even today I still must go through these tests every few months and for weeks after there is much stress in my mind and my families too.