The Unstoppable LG: A Softball Prodigy’s Battle Against The Unknown

LG LIVING HER BEST LIFE!

For as long as anyone can remember LG was a force to be reckoned with on the softball field. From the age of six, she was a whirlwind of determination, perfecting her craft with a relentless drive few could match. While other kids played for fun, LG played to win. By eight, she was mastering spin pitches—rise balls, curveballs, a seemingly endless arsenal of deception that left batters frozen at the plate. Fastballs? Those were for everyone else. LG’s strategy was precision, not power.

She didn’t just train—she lived and breathed the sport. Six, sometimes seven days a week, she pushed herself beyond limits, dedicating every fiber of her being to the game. And it wasn’t just softball. Ballet, jazz, gymnastics—LG’s body was a finely tuned instrument of athletic mastery. Her mother, homeschooling her from the start, ensured that she had the flexibility to chase her dreams with no restrictions. LG was in perfect shape, stronger and more skilled than girls years older. She played at the national level, traveling across the country to compete against the best. Nothing would stop her. Nothing could stop her.

Until something did.

It started subtly, almost unnoticeably, in 2020. She was 11, playing for an elite travel team. Their routine hadn’t changed—if anything, it had intensified. Hours of practice, drills, and competitions. The only difference? COVID. LG caught it early, one of the first waves of the virus that changed everything. Quarantined in her room for ten days, she was eager to get back to normal, eager to reclaim her throne on the mound.

But when she stepped outside for the first time, ball in hand, something was off. Her body felt different. Not just weak, but foreign. Her once-powerful arm could barely manage ten throws before exhaustion took over. The dark circles under her eyes lingered. Her muscles, once taut and defined, had seemingly vanished. And worse—no one knew why.

LG, the girl who never stopped, suddenly had to stop.

Her parents, confused but hopeful, took her to doctors. The prognosis? Post-COVID symptoms. Rest, hydrate, let time do the healing. But time passed, and instead of bouncing back, LG struggled. She couldn’t keep up. Her once-unmatched stamina was a distant memory. On the field, she was still the same brilliant pitcher, but something was different. She wasn’t herself. And soon, her family realized—this was no ordinary case of fatigue.

Then came the injuries. First, a pinkie, then another setback. And then the discovery that shook them to their core—scoliosis. A spine that had always been straight was now curving, twisting out of alignment. LG’s mother, who had always been deeply in tune with her daughter’s body, knew something bigger was happening. This wasn’t just post-COVID. This wasn’t just an injury. Something was stealing LG’s strength, her endurance—her future.

The doctors ran more tests. She walked on a treadmill—something that should have been second nature. Instead, it was an 8/10 exertion for her. The results were shocking. She wasn’t just underperforming—she was testing at the level of an obese person. Myocarditis was a concern. Her heart rate soared to 200 just running to first base. Specialists were baffled. A second cardiologist diagnosed her with dysautonomia—a condition that takes years to confirm. But LG didn’t have years. She needed answers now.

That’s when her mother took control, refusing to let another doctor tell them to "wait and see." Research led them to Minnesota, to the Functional Neurology Center (FNC). Within a week, LG was showing a 30% improvement. She wasn’t imagining things—there was something there. Something fixable. The FNC connected them to Dr. Kristi, a specialist who tackled the issue from another angle: nutrition, supplements, the body as a whole.

LG fought back. She started rec softball again, easing in. At first, her heart still spiked, but she pushed through. Slowly, her stamina inched back. They adjusted her training—travel team, but local now. The grueling days of 8-hour training sessions were behind her, at least for now. But the fight wasn’t over.

Then came another nightmare—mold.

Their home, the place they had lived in since she was born, harbored a hidden enemy. The mold was found in her bedroom, her space, the one she spent every night in, every recovery day in. The discovery was horrifying. The remediation process was massive—new windows, new HVAC, air scrubbers, an entire gutting of her room. And yet, the damage had already been done. The mold had been another silent player in this battle, another piece of the puzzle that no one had connected.

But LG? She wasn’t about to let it win. She took charge, like she always had.

And now? Less than four months into comprehensive treatment for mold, Lyme, co-infections, and post-COVID complications—

Wait until you hear how she is now.

Tomorrow, the rest of LG’s story: The Comeback.