The journey that is mononucleosis
I walk up to the starting line, take a deep breath and hear the gun.
Before I even realize it, I’ve run the four fastest laps of my life. Immediately following the race, I’m embraced by my teammates and fans but don’t hear a word as I try to catch my breath and gather my bearings.
*24 hours later*
I walk out of the doctor’s office as this word keeps bouncing around within my own head, thinking to myself how? Why me? And just like that, I was a victim, a victim of mononucleosis, or so commonly know as mono.
The sport I learned to understand and love over 4 delicate years, was suddenly cut short, and I will forever recall my high school running career ending such a debacle.
As my recovery progressed, mentally I was in a state of digression. I didn’t understand this dubious soul that is mono; I was better. I was positive. I didn’t have a fever, no sore throat, and I swear I felt like a million bucks.
But of course, there is another level to this illness. For whatever reason mono had to compromise my spleen as well, creating a swollen, fragile organ that could burst at any moment. So even though I felt great, like any mother would do in the is situation, I stayed home under house arrest in order to avoid a medical emergency.
Since I no longer had to deal with how I felt physically, I tackled how I felt mentally, my state of mind. And at this very moment in time, I asked myself a question, a silly one on the surface, but one that completely changed my perspective.
What are the benefits of getting mono?
I realized as my eyes widened that is was the perfect time to get mono; it was during internships so I didn’t miss any school work or have to make up anything. Plus I was in the comfort of my own home. If I would have gotten it my freshman year of college, who would take care of me?
Then I thought about my second home on the track. I thought I had let the team down, but my vacancy opened up numerous opportunities and personal records that may not have been uncovered if I wasn’t sick.
Mono wasn’t what I expected to get, or what I ever wanted in my life, but it was vital to my recovery to look at it through a different light, and I hope this light will keep resonating with me as as I take on challenges in the next chapter of my life.
Benjamin Foster ’16 and his older brother, Jonathan, are similar in many ways.
They both love baseball, especially the Mets. They both respect each...