Surgeons save lives even if it is a live that is difficult to save. Thats what my older brother says. He’s an orthopedic surgeon who helps people with things like broken bones. I want to be a surgeon also, but I am only in ninth grade.
Anyways my dream of becoming a surgeon started when I was 10 and my brother took me to the hospital that he was doing his internship in. Seeing all the problems was amazing but there was one that stood out among the rest. The case was of a male who cut off his leg with his shiny new chainsaw due to an accident in which he slipped on some rusty nails. I only saw the blood on his leg for a moment when my brother told me to wait outside because he has to go into surgery and this isn’t for younger kids.
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and proform a thoracotomy, and then open her chest more and take out the bullets, so bring me a chest tray and drape the other parts of the body.” I told the paramedics. As I cut into her chest, blood shot out but I her heart was relived of pressure.
Now was the tough part. I had to remove the bullets which were next to the white Aorta but not making contact, that was a big problem. The big problem was that the other bullet was lodged in the partially purple, partially red right ventrical. If moved incorrectly she could bleed out and die. It ment I had no second chances.
I was very careful, but not carful enough. The bullet knicked the heart and her blood shot out like a bogger in a 1st grader. I had to find where the heart was knicked and repair it. I did find the hole easily and when I brought it back together her BP stabilized to 130/88. She was going to be fine as soon as I closed her. “Go get my suture kit from my locker” I told the policeman, who soon returned with my black kit. I brought out my most unused needle and started to sew her back together. After I closed her I knew everything would be fine. By the end of the experience I Was a hero to everyone else, but to me I was what would become my specialty. I was become a Cardio Surgeon and work on the
Anyways my dream of becoming a surgeon started when I was 10 and my brother took me to the hospital that he was doing his internship in. Seeing all the problems was amazing but there was one that stood out among the rest. The case was of a male who cut off his leg with his shiny new chainsaw due to an accident in which he slipped on some rusty nails. I only saw the blood on his leg for a moment when my brother told me to wait outside because he has to go into surgery and this isn’t for younger kids.
Then on …show more content…
and proform a thoracotomy, and then open her chest more and take out the bullets, so bring me a chest tray and drape the other parts of the body.” I told the paramedics. As I cut into her chest, blood shot out but I her heart was relived of pressure.
Now was the tough part. I had to remove the bullets which were next to the white Aorta but not making contact, that was a big problem. The big problem was that the other bullet was lodged in the partially purple, partially red right ventrical. If moved incorrectly she could bleed out and die. It ment I had no second chances.
I was very careful, but not carful enough. The bullet knicked the heart and her blood shot out like a bogger in a 1st grader. I had to find where the heart was knicked and repair it. I did find the hole easily and when I brought it back together her BP stabilized to 130/88. She was going to be fine as soon as I closed her. “Go get my suture kit from my locker” I told the policeman, who soon returned with my black kit. I brought out my most unused needle and started to sew her back together. After I closed her I knew everything would be fine. By the end of the experience I Was a hero to everyone else, but to me I was what would become my specialty. I was become a Cardio Surgeon and work on the