There have been many events in my life, but the most pivotal has been the time I almost died. Many events stick with us through different areas of memory. My memory of November 22, 2003 is a crisp, cool Saturday morning at my aunt's small house. One moment my barely-taller-than-three-feet frame was just ambling through the door to the garage with my crazy family immediately behind me and the next I was on the cool hard concrete staring up at the dirty and dank ceiling of the garage, unaware of what had just happened to me in no more than two seconds.
I can recall being so scared that I felt like I could not breathe. I can see in my mind how I must have looked lying on that chilling surface; my eyes wide, my mouth screaming for my mother, …show more content…
My surgery had lasted around seven hours. I had bandages wrapped around my head, I was practically mummified just not dead. My surgery left me with an impressively large scar on the right side of my head. My right ear was stitched back to my scalp by a plastic surgeon and an ear surgeon. My ear, now partially deformed, will not bend down and forward as my left ear does. The skin at the top of my ear is completely attached to my scalp; only noticeable when I show people or when I wiggle my ears and rather than just my ear moving, so does my whole scalp. My scars do not only rest directly above my ear, they extend to the back of my head and even onto my right leg. Though it is fading now, my right leg when bared will display a large rectangular scar, about as large as my palm, that serves as a reminder that in an effort to save my life my surgeons had to perform a skin graft on my delicate epidermis. My scars are also not only skin deep, they are bone deep. My skull has slight deformities only recognizable by touch. When I brush through my hair with my hands I can feel the craters and grooves that my skull now has. The bone feels hard and thick, sounding like wood when knocked on. In the skin directly above my ear I have lost all feeling. My scar tissue is smooth and warm, it is shiny and slightly discolored taking on strange, slightly yellow
I can recall being so scared that I felt like I could not breathe. I can see in my mind how I must have looked lying on that chilling surface; my eyes wide, my mouth screaming for my mother, …show more content…
My surgery had lasted around seven hours. I had bandages wrapped around my head, I was practically mummified just not dead. My surgery left me with an impressively large scar on the right side of my head. My right ear was stitched back to my scalp by a plastic surgeon and an ear surgeon. My ear, now partially deformed, will not bend down and forward as my left ear does. The skin at the top of my ear is completely attached to my scalp; only noticeable when I show people or when I wiggle my ears and rather than just my ear moving, so does my whole scalp. My scars do not only rest directly above my ear, they extend to the back of my head and even onto my right leg. Though it is fading now, my right leg when bared will display a large rectangular scar, about as large as my palm, that serves as a reminder that in an effort to save my life my surgeons had to perform a skin graft on my delicate epidermis. My scars are also not only skin deep, they are bone deep. My skull has slight deformities only recognizable by touch. When I brush through my hair with my hands I can feel the craters and grooves that my skull now has. The bone feels hard and thick, sounding like wood when knocked on. In the skin directly above my ear I have lost all feeling. My scar tissue is smooth and warm, it is shiny and slightly discolored taking on strange, slightly yellow