The beginning of this trip!

I came back to the planet earth this time on a cold February morning in 1965. I was born in Washington state to a musician/music teacher father and a piano teaching social worker mother. I have an older brother whom they adopted in 1962 after being told they could not have children. My mother had endomitriosis and they told her she would not be able to conceive.........so they adopted. Then I was born! LOL I had the normal babyhood with few mishaps... I can't say that really have any memories before 1968. In 1968 my pediatrician decided that something didn't seem right in the way I walked. I waddled like a penguin! My mother brought me back each week so the doctors could watch me walk. After a period of time they took some x-rays and discovered that I had no hip sockets at all..........my femur was along side my hips.....no socket! If they would've known about this right around my birth they could have put me in a cast and that would've corrected the problem. But I was three years of age so the surgeries commenced. I remember...as I said in my video..after checking in hearing the phlebotomist walking down the hallway to draw my blood...clink clink clink went the vials in her tray ...I remember being held down so they could take my blood. .I was terrified of needles for years.....now they dont bother me at all. I also remember being wheeled down a very sterile hallway in a metal crib with a net tied over the top so I could not climb out. I vaguely recall attempting to untie it...lol There were two men in scrubs pushing me down the hallway......I do not remember them talking to me. I remember being terrified and not knowing where they were taking me. The hallways and rooms were a sickly sterile blue green color....this color would then ... FOR YEARS.. make me nausea's to the point of almost vomiting just at the sight! Still NOT my favorite color! LOL I remember the smell of the operating room and worst of all the smell of rubber of the gas mask. That is the most vile smell I can recall! The nurses held me down as the anesthesiologist put the gas mask on my face. I recall hitting someone as they were putting the mask on me during one surgery. I have brief memories of things from the hospital and from being in surgery and right before surgery. I will go into some of those in a different post. Suffice it to say that this period was to be the beginning of a very long road of fear, frustration and hospitalization! Of growth, of strength, of courage, of "I CAN DO IT MYSELF!". CHEERS!