Living in Medical Uncertainty
A journalistic report with personal anecdote.
By Alexa Mikhail
My mom clenches her right h
ip in agony, as she slowly maneuvers herself down to sit at dinner with our family. She asks the waiter if she can scoot a small pillow under her hip for support. It is not immediately apparent despite her seemingly young petite body, rosy cheeks and short blonde ponytail, just how much she struggles. The feeling, like the stabbing of an ice pick, in her hip grows and burns as she tries to sit up straight, to come across as normal. It’s impossible for anyone around us to comprehend her medical state, with the exception of the slight gaze she gets as she has to walk considerably slower out of the restaurant than the rest of our family. This, of course, is a good day…
Alexa Mikhail 
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