Personal Narrative: My Father's Death

I do not know much about the night I almost died. I am a five year old child complaining about headaches every day. My mother takes me to our pediatrician multiple times because she can not help but worry about me. When I am taken into the pediatrician's office, my doctor simply neglects my symptoms and I. He thinks I am just a simple five year old who needs children strength Motrin and Tylenol. “Growing pains,” he once called it, during one of our bi-weekly office appointments. This went on for months and months while my doctor never took my pain seriously enough. It took me almost dying on the operating table for him to believe a five year old.
One day, I am jumping on my trampoline that had no net, with my best friend Gracie. We were having …show more content…
Since my tumor is making my brain swell, I needed to receive a shunt placed in my brain. This is to reduce swelling and the fluids to make the removal of my tumor as safe as possible. To undergo this surgery the doctors shaved my hair off. I remember the nurse wheeling me away. He is talking to me about my favorite color, which is blue, and his scrubs were also blue. The surgery went well and there were no complications. Three days after the shunt is placed, I have the life threatening surgery. This surgery has a higher risk of going wrong, but it needed to be done. Just when I am receiving a dosage of Propofol, I just wanted to watch a movie instead of …show more content…
I have major sensory issues, mostly with smells. Right after the surgery my family came up to see me and they all ate pizza earlier. I made them all go and take a shower because the scent is too much for me to handle. Luckily, I overcame my pizza issues. I hated mint after. If anyone chewed gum in closed spaces as me that smelled like mint I will become extremely mad and instantly have a headache. Brushing my hair and teeth is a struggle for a while for me because I hated all toothpastes because they tasted like mint and I hated the feeling of brushing my hair because it hurt my scalp. Everyday life is extremely difficult. I do not go to school for a year due to my low noise tolerance and how I could not handle any difficult tasks. During my first grade year I only went to school in the mornings because I am only able to handle small amounts of work. From the surgery, I developed a speech impediment with my R’s and S’s. I am able go to speech therapy for four years, which is some of the hardest obstacles I have ever done. It is so difficult to overcome this obstacle. I went two days a week in two hour sessions that were extremely tough to conquer, but I “graduated” from the clinic. I am ecstatic and proud of my accomplishments. When I graduated, I had grown extremely close to my teacher. She single handedly is the reason why I am as successful as I am today. Without her