Overcoming a life change Anonymous

All it took were fourteen words to obliterate twelve years of passion. It had all been taken from me.

As I sat in the cold hard chair across from the neurologist's desk, I heard her voice, but I didn't want to. Her words were a blur, as if my ears had given up with the shock that had overcome me. "In concern for your health, I advise that you do not play lacrosse anymore." I felt my skin flush in panic, and my brain just give up on processing the conversation. I felt as if I had been pulled from the room and was watching, helpless, from outside of my own body. I was speechless and unable to react, and I simply sat in silence.

I had been playing lacrosse since before I learned arithmetic. For my fourth birthday, my brother gave me my first lacrosse stick, and from that day on, I was addicted. I got increasingly involved as I got older until lacrosse became my entire life and defined who I was. Growing up, I aspired to play varsity lacrosse, but I never got the chance. In a JV game, I made hard contact with an opposing player, putting my body on the line to stop a goal from being scored. This had been my job as a defenseman since I was six years old. But this hit wasn't like the others. I recognized the instant and intense pain...