I will talk about what type of exercise to use for muscle growth and the routine that worked best for me.

I will talk about what type of exercise to use for muscle growth and the routine that worked best for me.

What type of exercise and routine needed for muscel growth

I had a Craniopharyngioma which is a rare non-cancerous brain tumor. It happened in 2020 when I began to notice symptoms. Not eating, not growing, drinking a lot of water, vomiting, extreme headaches the biggest of them all, and loss of vision.It began with headaches and I remember playing football/soccer it was halfway through the season and my Dad was a big person into soccer as he’s from Romania and that's like the most popular sport there and whenever I told him about the headaches, he would tell me to get back on the pitch.While was happening, I wasn't eating, like I could not. I remember I could not eat breakfast and all I could eat was half a granola bar, throwing the other half away. I didn't know what to do. The next thing I knew was that I was 30 kilograms at 11 years old, a couple of kilograms lighter than my sisters who were about 8 years old.It didn't stop, I didn't grow as I was 140 cm/4'6 at 11 years old. A kid in school made fun of me calling me short.My Mum and Dad would go to the hospitals and of course, they said, “People grow at different stages”. While this alertness was occurring I lost vision gradually over time since. It looked like looking into a light then looking away and seeing those black blobs. But almost covering all my vision.I didn't tell anyone, making me feel better, but worse.It all turned when I told my Dad something on my tablet and he said, “Which app didn't work”. Then it took me 10 seconds to find it when it was right there about half an arm's length away from my eyes.This shocked my Dad and took me to local eye doctors for tests and said I was lying. They referred us to a more advanced hospital which was a 3-hour drive to it, which was the largest city in Australia. We went there and spoke to professionals about it and told me it was “stress”. I remember my Dad saying, “What stress can an 11-year-old have”.We went back for the summer holidays, from December to January because I live in Australia and it got worse. My Mum said this wasn't my son anymore and went back to the Hospital and told us that we could have an MRI to see if anything was there. They said that nothing is going to come back.There it is a brain tumor the size of an egg like a bomb ticking in my head. It was putting pressure on my optic nerve about to snap it if there wasn't going to be an emergency surgery. A surgeon from Queensland came over for a 7 and 30-minute surgery. I remember being told about surgery I thought they were joking.It was me, my Mum, and my Dad sitting next to me with a surgeon team in front of me. I didn't have any more emotions left, it just makes me feel sick writing this. I get onto the bed and that's all I remember because of how strong the drugs to mkae sleep were.I wake up in the ICU and see the surgeon asking me, “How many fingers am I holding up?” I said the right about about 2 meters away from me. I felt so happy I can't explain it.I went outside after 2 weeks inside the hospital for the first time, seeing the blue sky and green grass, it made me cry that day, and it still does today.This taught me to be disciplined and most importantly I could be a kid again.I want to improve myself and to show my self what I can do.

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I had a Craniopharyngioma which is a rare non-cancerous brain tumor. It happened in 2020 when I began to notice symptoms. Not eating, not growing, drinking a lot of water, vomiting, extreme headaches the biggest of them all, and loss of vision. It began with headaches and I remember playing football/soccer it was halfway through the season and my Dad was a big person into soccer as he’s from Romania and that's like the most popular sport there and whenever I told him about the headaches, he would tell me to get back on the pitch. While was happening, I wasn't eating, like I could not. I remember I could not eat breakfast and all I could eat was half a granola bar, throwing the other half away. I didn't know what to do. The next thing I knew was that I was 30 kilograms at 11 years old, a couple of kilograms lighter than my sisters who were about 8 years old. It didn't stop, I didn't grow as I was 140 cm/4'6 at 11 years old. A kid in school made fun of me calling me short. My Mum and Dad would go to the hospitals and of course, they said, “People grow at different stages”. While this alertness was occurring I lost vision gradually over time since. It looked like looking into a light then looking away and seeing those black blobs. But almost covering all my vision. I didn't tell anyone, making me feel better, but worse. It all turned when I told my Dad something on my tablet and he said, “Which app didn't work”. Then it took me 10 seconds to find it when it was right there about half an arm's length away from my eyes. This shocked my Dad and took me to local eye doctors for tests and said I was lying. They referred us to a more advanced hospital which was a 3-hour drive to it, which was the largest city in Australia. We went there and spoke to professionals about it and told me it was “stress”. I remember my Dad saying, “What stress can an 11-year-old have”. We went back for the summer holidays, from December to January because I live in Australia and it got worse. My Mum said this wasn't my son anymore and went back to the Hospital and told us that we could have an MRI to see if anything was there. They said that nothing is going to come back. There it is a brain tumor the size of an egg like a bomb ticking in my head. It was putting pressure on my optic nerve about to snap it if there wasn't going to be an emergency surgery. A surgeon from Queensland came over for a 7 and 30-minute surgery. I remember being told about surgery I thought they were joking. It was me, my Mum, and my Dad sitting next to me with a surgeon team in front of me. I didn't have any more emotions left, it just makes me feel sick writing this. I get onto the bed and that's all I remember because of how strong the drugs to mkae sleep were. I wake up in the ICU and see the surgeon asking me, “How many fingers am I holding up?” I said the right about about 2 meters away from me. I felt so happy I can't explain it. I went outside after 2 weeks inside the hospital for the first time, seeing the blue sky and green grass, it made me cry that day, and it still does today. This taught me to be disciplined and most importantly I could be a kid again. I want to improve myself and to show my self what I can do.

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