I was confused, then relieved, and finally angry. Why had I lived for so long in fear of the unknown?,
As a teen, I was actually allowed to see the x-ray and hear the doctor’s diagnosis: the whitish-gray shadow was my spine, twisted into an S-shape,
This time her question wasn’t about my hands or feet, or my height or weight. It was global: “Why are you so weird?”
At the grand age of six, I already knew many important things. One: doctors like poking people. Two: parents don’t like explaining things.
