Who is Patricia Carcamo?

Chapter 4

My sister and I never really liked going with our dad. When we went with him we would have to spend time with his girlfriend and her kids at the time. Now due to the fact that we were spending alot of time with the girlfriend I started to warmup to her. My mom didn't like it very much and she thought that I was replacing her with my dad's girlfriend. Once I went back to my mom's house things started to worse. The constant agruing between my parents never ended until one day things took a turn for the worst. I was in 7th grade when my world came tumbling down. One day as my mom, my sister, and I were getting ready for church my left leg was feeling numb for some reason. I told my mom as we were leaving, but she said that it was probably just sleeping and to walk it off. We get to church and my leg is still numb so my mom tells me to just sit down and not worry about serving mass since my sister and I were alter servers. Now at this point mass has started and I suddenly need to go to the bathroom, so I tell my mom where I'm going and she says ok. After taking a few steps a reach the wall at the front of the church (the church was in an old restaurant) I collapsed in front of everyone. My mom and obe of the parishioners helped up and took me to the back of the church to finish up mass and then take ne to the hospital. On out way to the hospital the numbness in my left leg traveled to my right leg and I wasn't able to feel either of my legs. We finally reach the hospital I'm a crying and screaming my lungs out from all of the pain I'm in. The doctors put me through all different types of tests like MRI's, but no matter what tests they did they couldn't find anything wrong with me. After the hospital I was taken to my pediatrician who said to go see a neurologist. My mom made the appointment and for the next week or so I was either being lead through the house by mom or in a wheelchair. One day during one of my dad's visitation days he came to the house with a sign one for my sister and one for me, that had our names on it. He also bought us a stuffed bunny, but when he came to the house, he watched as my mom helped me to the living room but didn't even bother to help her or me. I felt betrayed by the fact that my dad didn't even help me when he clearly saw that I was in pain. After a few days I went to the neurologist who told me that if I wasn't walking by the time of my next appointment I would be getting a spinal tap to figure out was wrong. Me being me I was scared because I'm not a big fan of needles so I'm sitting there telling my legs to work, but to no avail I was still in the same position. I was so upset at everything that I would go on the computer we had and just watch videos that spoke to me emotionally and I would just cry my eyes with how horrible I felt. Eventually my appointment came and the doctor asked me to walk down the hallway without using the wall and then walk back to where I started. I did as he said and I was happy and relieved at the fact that I wouldn't get a needle in my back. I was even able to ho nack to school since I missed some of my 7th grade year. The rest of the year went well except for me falling once in the hallway but I was able to get back up thanks to a kind classmate. I thought everything was starting to go right, but like everything else nothing ever goes right for me in life.

Sorry i haven't updated in awhile I've been busy but I'll try to update more often so you can learn more about me and what I've been through.