My Sacrifice Failures

In the late summer months of 2013, I began experiencing sharp pains in the top of my abdomen; I referred to the pains as attacks. The attacks made it almost impossible for me to get comfortable; every position I tried seemed to hurt more than the last. The pain seemed never ending considering that it only occurred late at night between the hours of eleven and four. I only experienced the pain once every few weeks; sometimes it would occur for consecutive weeks, but it was rare. The pain was located behind a scar in the middle of my stomach. The scar was a result of previous heart surgeries I had when I was an infant due to the collapsing of my aorta, the main artery in the heart. During the attacks, I always whined, “my scar hurts”.
My parents took me to the emergency room two times and no doctor ever found anything wrong. The source of the pain was very difficult to locate. After I went through several more attacks, my dad began …show more content…
The ultrasound of my gallbladder showed a gallstone the size of a golf ball; the doctor described it as, “...bigger than a half dollar.” The doctor informed my parents that I would need surgery to remove the stone because it was too large for me to pass, but he did not know how soon the surgery needed to take place. He set up an appointment for my parents to meet a surgeon to discuss dates for a surgery to remove my gallbladder.
On December thirteenth, my thirteenth birthday, my sister Alicia and my parents took me to Atlanta once more to visit with my surgeon. After examining the size of the stone, the surgeon informed my family that I would need surgery in January. My dad urged him to do the surgery during the week of my spring break, but the stone was so large that it put me at high risk of an infection that would put my life in