When I tell people I'm getting back surgery I receive a variety of responses. My grandpa thought I should go somewhere where they would pull my arms and legs in opposite directions to straighten out my spine. I'm not sure anyone even does that anymore.

The place where I'm forced to explain my summer plans the most is church. I've learned to hate the question, "So what are you doing this summer?" I have this inner battle of whether I should tell the person or not. Keeping it a secret seems silly since everyone is going to find out anyway, but I also don't want to have a pity party. If I don't know the person too well I try to go around it by saying that I'm working a little bit. If I'm forced to tell them I try to brush it off like it's no big deal. The typical conversation then proceeds as follows:

There eyes grow wide and the look of horror and concern spreads across their face. "I'm so sorry, what's wrong?"

"Basically, I'm a hunchback."

"You don't look like a hunchback."

"Well, thanks... I guess."

Not everyone points out that I look fine, but most people do and I hate it. I feel like that response seeps of judgement as they wonder why I'm taking such drastic measures for what seems like a small problem. When you consider it is progressively getting worse and I could be a hunched over old lady at 35, my organs can literally be crushed inside my body and I will suffer from decreased lung capacity it's kind of a big deal.

I don't usually have time to explain this to a lot of people, though so instead I play the pain card. Usually they ask if it hurts and I say yes because it does. If I was guaranteed my spine and the accompanying pain wouldn't get any worse, however, I would probably not be getting surgery. I don't tell them that though and use the pain as an excuse for the drastic measures.

A few days ago while talking to someone about my surgery she said, "Well that just shows that life isn't fair." That caught me off guard because I've never had a "Why me?" moment. Maybe it's because my extended family has a long list of incurable health problems that I've never thought of my situation as unfair. Because of my family's medical history I know I will receive my share of health problems, but kyphosis isn't so bad because it can be fixed. One of my mom's sisters died at age 53 because of heart problems and the other one suffers from lupus. My mom herself is in constant pain and always exhausted, but the doctors can't figure out what's wrong with her. I know what's wrong with me and I can be cured. The surgery is good because it will eliminate (hopefully) further complications from kyphosis down the road.  My condition seems the most fair: I have a problem, I'm fixing it. I just pray that I still feel this way in three months.