They were, devoted to save us and brought us out of our cocoon after 16 to 17 years of crippling life. We had a rainbow of doctors: men, women, white, black, yellow and some colors in between. Anyone had any interest in us; had a jab at us. We were like free range target practices for them.
Now, you have remembered that we were in our teen years with very little knowledge of the world, and though we could understand the language fairly well, we knew nothing of our rights! We might not even have rights at that time. We only knew that we would be fixed or hoping to be fixed.
A young man with blurry vision had no future! A young girl with a cripple leg had no future! That was the mentality which we were very accustomed to. For us then was to go through the torture of tests to trade for a better future. It was a small price to pay.
We lived in that delusion that the doctors could save our doomed life. The doctors exhausted their talents in the delusion that they could fix us. Every day, we went through blood tests, muscles tests, skin tests, tissues tests, and tests that we couldn't even pronoun the name.
We became the support system where we laughed them all off after a long tiring day at the lab. We joked about blood spill, and we teased each other for the bruises. When there was tiny spark of hope, we hung on to it..
(Listed in Teenager Years series)