My Twin Experience

Having a twin brother and having slight resemblance to him was the major source of my self-consciousness and agony throughout elementary and middle school. I was unaware that I would change my mannerisms and activities that I loved so I emulate his life. My twin refused to watch star wars or even play with legos, so I blocked off all my love and excitement from those activities so we would follow the same paths. I secretly wished that we looked more like identical twins than fraternal. I hated how he was much taller than me and that he did not need to wear glasses. I ate carrots everyday for five months straight with the aspirations of correcting my vision, and I stretched everyday trying to make myself taller. Among all of our differences what caused me the most anguish was the fact that he did not have a major scar running down his chest. I had my first open heart surgery at six months because of tetralogy of flow, a stupid medical issues …show more content…
I regretted my wish for Drew to have the same scar as me and realized how selfish I was being. Wishing the experience that I went through on anybody is cruel especially on my twin. The experience that I went through was the worst few weeks of my life. When all of the anesthesia wore off I woke up dazed and confused to the rhythmic beeping of my heart monitor. I felt an excruciating pain in my throat and had to fight for every breath that I took. The five minutes it took the nurses to remove my breathing tool from inside my throat felt like days and like a person was struggling to put a rod out of your throat. Looking around I noticed unfamiliar faces tugging on countless tubes that were filtering blood through my forearms and all the other numerous incisions on my body. I soon realized the momentous challenge that I just accomplished, surviving my second open heart