Beep. Beep. Beep. I open my eyes. Beep. Beep. Beep. Legs stiff, head pounding, weak as can be. I look over and ask my mother, “Did everything go ok?” She responds quietly, “Yes sweetie, now get some rest.” As I lay there, I can feel the I.V. in my arm. I look at the bag and watch the little droplets fall into the tube. One. Two. Three. I count each drop hoping time would fly by like the speed of light. I wondered to myself, how many 15 year olds have to go through a surgery such as this? Surgery to the most vital organ in your body. How many need heart surgery?
The summer before my freshman year was full of emotions from excitement to nervousness. I was attending workouts that were held by the high school so I could meet new people as well as get in better shape for football. While working out, I started to experience this heart wrenching chest pain. A pain that felt as if there was a hand around my heart squeezing as tight as possible, to the point where I thought my heart was going to explode like a water balloon. This was the first incident and the same pain happened twice more that summer.
Once football had started my excitement was bursting out of me like how a …show more content…
Monitors everywhere, bright lights shining all around one table. They set me on the table. “Start to count 100,” the doctor says. One, two, three. I’m gone. This is all I remember but for the next three and a half hours, these doctors operated on me trying to mend my broken heart. I wake up, look to my mom, “Did everything go ok?” After she told me to rest, I got to thinking about life. How young I was getting such a major surgery while some people never even break a bone in their life. I started to think about my life if these doctors didn’t find my heart problem. I could have been out playing football, my heart starts to race, and that’s it. I could have been gone forever. Ever since that day, my heart issue has given me a different perspective on
The summer before my freshman year was full of emotions from excitement to nervousness. I was attending workouts that were held by the high school so I could meet new people as well as get in better shape for football. While working out, I started to experience this heart wrenching chest pain. A pain that felt as if there was a hand around my heart squeezing as tight as possible, to the point where I thought my heart was going to explode like a water balloon. This was the first incident and the same pain happened twice more that summer.
Once football had started my excitement was bursting out of me like how a …show more content…
Monitors everywhere, bright lights shining all around one table. They set me on the table. “Start to count 100,” the doctor says. One, two, three. I’m gone. This is all I remember but for the next three and a half hours, these doctors operated on me trying to mend my broken heart. I wake up, look to my mom, “Did everything go ok?” After she told me to rest, I got to thinking about life. How young I was getting such a major surgery while some people never even break a bone in their life. I started to think about my life if these doctors didn’t find my heart problem. I could have been out playing football, my heart starts to race, and that’s it. I could have been gone forever. Ever since that day, my heart issue has given me a different perspective on