And No One Believed Me...

I was a soccer player my whole life. When I was 13, I decided to join the school soccer team. It was the first game of the season and about ten minutes in when I was racing two other girls for a ball that was about to fly out-of-bounds. I got there first, caught the ball with my left foot, and pivoted to run. Just then, each girl came running into me full force, sandwiching me between them, and I heard a terrible 'pop!'. I held in my tears and sat out the rest of the game, but a week later I tried my luck and jumped back in. It felt like my knee popped backward and I was out for the season.

I begged my parents to take me to an orthopedist because I JUST KNEW my ACL was torn. When I finally had an appointment, the doctor didn't listen. He took x-rays of my injured knee (which I knew even then that to detect a torn ACL I would need an MRI!) and refused when I asked him if he could perform the Lachman test. He gave me a paper that had a few exercises on it and told me I probably just needed to strengthen my muscles in my legs. Excuse me, BUT I AM A SOCCER Player, and an intense one at that, the last thing I need is to strengthen my muscles!!

So, for 3 years I walked and ran and fell with a torn ACL. It was excruciating. I think the worst pain, though, was that my own parents didn't even believe me, not until the summer before my junior year. I was getting ready to go swimming and was hurrying down the stairs as normal. This time, my tibia shifted and I fell, falling down a flight of stairs and straight into a metal baker's rack. My dad brought me to a new doctor the next day and, per my demands, requested an MRI.

I felt weird; i wanted them to find that I had a torn ACL, not because I wanted it to be torn, but because I already knew it was and I just wanted someone to believe me. The two days after the MRI were nerve-wracking, and when I never heard yah or nay from the doctor, I called myself.

Yes, I had a torn ACL, and what they found was that it had been torn and dangling for so long that it had grafted itself to my patellar tendon. To top it off, I had moderate tearing of my meniscus from the bones constantly shifting because I had been walking on it for over three years. I ended up needing a donor ligament from a cadaver because my own was irreparable, and now have two titanium screws, which you can feel with your hand, and a staple in my knee. When i went for physical therapy, all three therapists said they had never seen such an intense ACL repair surgery.

Out of everything, I just wish that someone, at least one person, had believed me sooner. I think that I would know my own body better than anyone else.
StormyWife StormyWife
18-21, F
May 16, 2012