“Never take life for granted, because you never know when it might be taken away from you.” This quote comes to mind every time I think about that difficult time in my life when I didn’t know if there was going to be a tomorrow for me. It was a time when I was very sick. My Doctor had unknowingly stapled my intestine shut while he was removing my appendix, and I layed in the hospital bed for days and no one could figure out what was wrong with me. This experience changed my perspective on life, because I now know how fragile it is. Last year, I constantly struggled with stomach aches, I had many tests and Doctors still couldn’t figure it out. One night, my stomach hurt so badly that I almost fainted, so my parents rushed me to the ER. MRI
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I was up with the worse pain I have ever felt and I didn’t know what the problem was. I went up stairs and grabbed a few bags of ice and laid on them, hoping that the coldness would ease the pain. Nothing was helping. Finally, at 7:30 in the morning I went upstairs and told my parents that something wasn’t right. They took me back to the ER where I was given the strongest medicine and I was still crying with pain. That’s when my doctors knew that something was wrong, but the scans showed nothing except for some swelling in my stomach. They took me up to the hospital room where I spent the next four days which seemed like months. My stomach continued to swell and I was throwing up bile, which is produced by the liver and aids the digestion of lipids in the small intestine. My Doctor put a tube through my nose and into my stomach to drain the fluid from my stomach, hoping that it would stop me from throwing up bile, but it didn’t work. Days later and I was just continuing to get worse and my nurses were getting very worried. Finally, a nurse quietly told my mom that I needed to go somewhere else where the doctors will actually try to help me, so that’s what we …show more content…
He was pretty angry and told us to pack up our stuff and get out, which is one of the reasons why we were more than happy to. The three hour ambulance ride from Hastings to Omaha was pretty rough, but I slept most of the way there. As soon as we arrived in my room at Children’s, I was surrounded by five different Doctors as they discussed with my parents what was best for me. They decided that they would do an exploratory surgery first thing in the morning to try to find the problem. My family and I will forever be grateful for those Doctors, because they finally gave us something that we were needing for a long time, hope. At 6:30 in the morning, I went off to surgery. It was very hard for my parents to let me go, because they didn’t know if I would be coming back from the surgery because I was so weak. I still remember my dad saying through tears, “be strong kiddo” which still brings tears to my eyes still. The surgery was only suppose to take around one hour, but it took over three. As soon as my Surgeon went out to the waiting room to tell my parents that they found the problem and that I was going to be just fine, my mom broke down in tears and hugged Doctor Bryan for a solid minute. I am such a lucky girl to have parents like them. As soon as I started to wake up a little from the surgery, the first thing I asked my nurse was if I was fixed, and
I was up with the worse pain I have ever felt and I didn’t know what the problem was. I went up stairs and grabbed a few bags of ice and laid on them, hoping that the coldness would ease the pain. Nothing was helping. Finally, at 7:30 in the morning I went upstairs and told my parents that something wasn’t right. They took me back to the ER where I was given the strongest medicine and I was still crying with pain. That’s when my doctors knew that something was wrong, but the scans showed nothing except for some swelling in my stomach. They took me up to the hospital room where I spent the next four days which seemed like months. My stomach continued to swell and I was throwing up bile, which is produced by the liver and aids the digestion of lipids in the small intestine. My Doctor put a tube through my nose and into my stomach to drain the fluid from my stomach, hoping that it would stop me from throwing up bile, but it didn’t work. Days later and I was just continuing to get worse and my nurses were getting very worried. Finally, a nurse quietly told my mom that I needed to go somewhere else where the doctors will actually try to help me, so that’s what we …show more content…
He was pretty angry and told us to pack up our stuff and get out, which is one of the reasons why we were more than happy to. The three hour ambulance ride from Hastings to Omaha was pretty rough, but I slept most of the way there. As soon as we arrived in my room at Children’s, I was surrounded by five different Doctors as they discussed with my parents what was best for me. They decided that they would do an exploratory surgery first thing in the morning to try to find the problem. My family and I will forever be grateful for those Doctors, because they finally gave us something that we were needing for a long time, hope. At 6:30 in the morning, I went off to surgery. It was very hard for my parents to let me go, because they didn’t know if I would be coming back from the surgery because I was so weak. I still remember my dad saying through tears, “be strong kiddo” which still brings tears to my eyes still. The surgery was only suppose to take around one hour, but it took over three. As soon as my Surgeon went out to the waiting room to tell my parents that they found the problem and that I was going to be just fine, my mom broke down in tears and hugged Doctor Bryan for a solid minute. I am such a lucky girl to have parents like them. As soon as I started to wake up a little from the surgery, the first thing I asked my nurse was if I was fixed, and