It was a Monday morning the summer after freshman year, (still dark outside. )
My mom, dad, and step-dad, and I were in the car all anxious about what was to
come. My mother had lost weight, my dad holding my hand and the car was silent.
I had no idea what to think-all I knew was there was no way out of this.
Before I knew it, I was in a room with my family and close friends. Everyone
was quiet, all waiting for the moment when the nurse would come in and take me
away. Everybody watched as Nurse Jess came in and led me out. My parents
followed me as I lay in the stretcher until we got to the point where we had to
separate. My father let go of my hand, and we were gone. ??
My first heart operation happened when I was three months old. (at the time I
weighed less than I had when I was born, and had been diagnosed with micro valve
leakage) I had spent three weeks in an incubator, and the chance for living
(survival) was slim to none. After my successful surgery, I was chosen as the
miracle child for Egleston Hospital.
As time passed, I grew up as any normal child would, and did everything kids
liked to do. I was set with no limitations and (was able to run free.) I never
really thought about my heart surgery until it was time for my annual(18 month)
check up with my cardiologist. (frame?) But then, in March of 2002 I went in
for my check up, and was completely caught off guard with the news from my
cardiologist. He told my mother and I my echo was not normal and I was going to
have another surgery, and it needed to be within for months.
(For the next 3 months) From this day on until I had my surgery I tried to
operate normally, but it seemed impossible. I was filled with fear and so was
every loved one around me. Before I knew it I was being wheeled into my
hospital waiting room with no way out and no idea what would happen (what to
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