I remember the days when I had no idea what post-polio syndrome was. I had no idea then what this cruel disease would do to my life. I remember how I had enjoyed being an active kid, playing sports and running around with my friends. I never imagined I would become ill and eventually disabled as a result of this condition.
At first, my symptoms were subtle. I had some muscle weakness in my legs and arms, but nothing that seemed alarming. I thought it would go away in time. But as my symptoms progressed, I could no longer ignore what was happening. I always tired easily, and eventually I was having difficulty walking. After seeing several doctors and getting a diagnosis, I learned I had post-polio syndrome.
I felt so helpless and so alone. No one seemed to understand what I was going through. The diagnosis felt like a slap in the face, and I was determined to fight back. I tried physical therapy, but it only made me more tired. I was stuck in a never-ending cycle, as my condition slowly deteriorated over time.
I remember all the medical appointments and days of feeling like my life was in limbo. I had no control over my own body and I felt like I was slowly slipping away from the life I once knew. I felt like I was slowly fading away, like my life was constantly suspended in a state of stagnation.
Every day I hoped for a breakthrough, but nothing ever changed. I was left feeling defeated. Post-polio syndrome had stopped me in my tracks, and I was left feeling helpless and alone. The future looked bleak and uncertain.
In the end, I was left with a life full of adversity, illness, and sadness. I never got the chance to live the life I had always dreamed of, and I never even got a chance to say goodbye. Post-polio syndrome had robbed me of my youth and my chance at a better life.