Have you ever broken a bone?

When I was 7, I sprained my ankle. I thought it was odd I had such weak ankles at such a young age! But I said to myself, right after…

This is probably going to affect me in the future.

At the age of ten, I fell down the stairs and broke my ankle. Even though my ankle healed, the next couple of years were a whirlwind.

I could still feel the pain from it healing, and later found out I was calcium deficient. I had two root canals done when I was 12. The dentist discovered my teeth were extremely soft, so I was placed on calcium supplements (calcium powder and capsules I had to put together myself) and calcium milk, which I hated. It was thick and pasty.

Later on in life, after I had absolute control of my diet, I realized I was malnourished. My mother’s excuse was she didn’t like milk, so she thought I shouldn’t drink it.

After giving birth to my soon to be 9 year old, I broke my toe on the vacuum cleaner, situated at the entrance of the living room, where anyone could break their toe! If you’re paying attention, you’ll know who placed it there! Pregnancy, however, is known to deplete the body. But it brought me back to my childhood.

My broken bones and poor diet made me learn that I truly needed to care for myself in a lot of cases. I grew up at a young age. While I feel there are no perfect parents, neglect and carelessness are not accidents.

Calcium is essential for growth! Namely, I also have lupus, which doctors believe started when I was 12, as the first symptoms occurred at that time. I have learned not to hold grudges, as it clouds the mind. Sound judgment is always needed. Unfortunately, children don’t always possess those much needed tools.

I am still very much alive, and I insure my own children eat well, so bone fractures and malnutrition won’t affect their day to day!