Dwarf: a Memoir
“MOST PEOPLE DESCRIBE their earliest memory as merely a hazy recollection, like a scene from a dream that blurs around the edges with time. Mine is no different, with one minor exception— something that I remember with all the detail and clarity as if they were right in front of me, right now.
The plaster casts on my legs.
When I was two years old, I underwent one of the first of many surgeries to correct my ill-formed bones. My rare form of dwarfism, diastrophic dysplasia, caused my bones and joints to develop irregularly, so surgical procedures were a part of my life from the start. This procedure was to straighten my clubbed feet, making them more functional and enabling me to walk like other toddlers. I’d had casts on my feet before, beginning when I was three days old. I don’t remember the surgery or the recovery, or any pain involved, really. But I do remember those casts.
In this recollection, I’m in my crib, holding my legs as high as I can above my Sesame Street bl...anket and staring at the thick white shells engulfing both of my feet.MoreLess
The plaster casts on my legs.
When I was two years old, I underwent one of the first of many surgeries to correct my ill-formed bones. My rare form of dwarfism, diastrophic dysplasia, caused my bones and joints to develop irregularly, so surgical procedures were a part of my life from the start. This procedure was to straighten my clubbed feet, making them more functional and enabling me to walk like other toddlers. I’d had casts on my feet before, beginning when I was three days old. I don’t remember the surgery or the recovery, or any pain involved, really. But I do remember those casts.
In this recollection, I’m in my crib, holding my legs as high as I can above my Sesame Street bl...anket and staring at the thick white shells engulfing both of my feet.MoreLess
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