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Botox for Brains and Muscles, Not Mirrors

Botox is fantastic. And no — I’m not talking about the kind used to smooth wrinkles. Although if someone enjoys that, more power to them.

I’m talking about the kind used for spastic Cerebral Palsy, the kind that involves a needle the length of a pen, electrodes that shock your nerves, and a few very patient nurses trying to keep you still while your muscles decide they’d rather do their own thing while the needle gets stuck dee into your calf muscle.

For me, the target was the soleus muscle deep in my right calf. It sits underneath the larger calf muscle and runs down toward the Achilles tendon.

Because of my CP, that muscle stays constantly tight, causing me to walk on my toe and affecting my gait.

Before the injection, the doctor had to determine exactly which muscle fibers were causing the spasticity, how many injection sites were needed, and how much Botox to use. In my case, they used EMG guidance with electrical stimulation to make sure the needle was in the correct spot.

That’s where the “fun” begins.

I would lie on my back while the team positioned my leg and cleaned the area. Because spasticity means my muscles can contract unpredictably, a couple of nurses helped hold my leg steady so I wouldn’t flinch when the electrical stimulation started.

The EMG needle sends small electrical pulses into the muscle. When the needle hits the right spot, the muscle twitches — sometimes dramatically and incredibly painfully. That twitch confirms the doctor is in the exact muscle responsible for the spasticity.

Once the right location is confirmed, the Botox is injected. I usually remember feeling pressure, a burning sensation, and a few dramatic muscle jumps that felt as if my leg was trying to detach from my body and say “hell no, Marina.”

Botox doesn’t work immediately. It usually takes 3–7 days for the muscle to begin relaxing. When it did, something simple but powerful would happen: my right heel could touch the ground again.

The effects typically last three to four months, after which the injections are repeated. Botox works by blocking the nerve signals telling the muscle to constantly contract, giving the muscle a chance to relax and lengthen.

For me, it helped for many years. But like many people who receive repeated injections, my body eventually stopped responding to it.

Around age sixteen, we realized it was no longer effective, and that chapter of treatment came to an end.

Botox may be famous for smoothing wrinkles, but for many of us with Cerebral Palsy, it was something far more meaningful. It was a chance to move a little easier, to place a heel on the ground, and to experience moments of freedom our muscles don’t always allow.

It wasn’t about mirrors or appearances. It was about mobility, independence, and the quiet victories that come with every step forward.

2 Months in a Cast — A Lifetime of Perspective

I never knew I was “different” until the year I spent three months in a cast.

Kids at school and my friends kept curiously asking the same question: “What happened?”

Normally the answer would be simple — I sprained it or I broke it.
But neither of those were true.

So why was I in a cast?

The reason was something called serial casting, a therapy often used for people with Cerebral Palsy who have a toe-walking gait (called equinus). Toe walking happens when the calf muscles are tight and the Achilles tendon is shortened, keeping the foot pointed downward. Instead of the heel striking the ground first, the body walks on the balls of the feet.

Which, if you’ve ever watched me walk, you already know is exactly how I move.

Serial casting places a cast around the foot and calf for weeks or even months at a time. The goal is simple but patient: hold the ankle in a slightly stretched, flatter position long enough for the tight muscles to gradually lengthen. Over time, this can improve the ankle’s range of motion and help the body relearn a more traditional heel-to-toe walking pattern. For some people, it even helps prevent the need for surgery later on.

From a medical perspective, it made perfect sense.
From a kid’s perspective… it was confusing.

Because while everyone else saw a cast and assumed an injury, I was walking around with something that didn’t have a quick explanation. I wasn’t healing from a fall. I wasn’t recovering from a broken bone. I was participating in an experiment — one designed to see if my body could be convinced to move differently.

And for a while, it worked.

For about three months after the cast came off, my walking looked closer to what doctors hoped for. My heel touched the ground more often. My steps appeared smoother. It seemed like the therapy had done exactly what it was supposed to do.

But Cerebral Palsy isn’t just about muscles — it’s neurological.
And my Achilles tendon behaved a lot like a rubber band.

Stretch it long enough and it loosens for a while. But eventually, it wants to snap back to the position it knows best.

Little by little, my toe walking returned. Not dramatically. Not overnight. But gradually, until it felt exactly the same as it always had.

That’s when my parents and I realized something important.

My toe walking wasn’t actually limiting me.

I still moved.
I still kept up.
I still ran around the playground, played sports, went to school, and lived a perfectly full childhood.

And most importantly, I did it comfortably — because toe walking was the only way I had ever known how to walk.

For me, it wasn’t abnormal.
It was normal.

That cast didn’t fail. It actually did exactly what it was designed to do. It stretched muscles, changed my gait for a while, and showed us what was medically possible.

But what it also showed us was something equally valuable.

Walking differently wasn’t something that needed to be “fixed” at all costs.

Because in the end, the goal was never to walk perfectly.
The goal was to live fully.

And for me, that meant accepting that my body might move differently — but it could still take me anywhere I wanted to go.