One of the lowest points of my life.. 


    Have you ever encountered a life or death situation? A time in your life where you didn't know if you were going to live or die? Well I have.. it's a funny story actually. A story where it all began as a joke but almost ended up in a tragedy. 
  It all began at the age of 11; I was watching my favorite show the power puff girls, we all know bubbles is the best. So I'm sitting down on the coach and I realized my vision wasn't okay. I was seeing double; crazy huh? At first when I told my mom she laughed and called me four eyed Emily. It was a joke then at that moment but I guess she realized that it might be something serious. She took me to the doctor and the doctor looked with a microscope behind my brain and realized it was swollen. A brain swollen?!?! What the heck?!?! At that time it seemed impossible because I was only 11 years old. I didn't understand how at that age I could possible have some sort of disease that made my brain swell up. 
  Next thing I know, I'm sitting in the moms care driving to Emmanuel Childrens Hospital. Inside my heart was pounding wanting to jump out of my chest. I went into the emergency entrance and right away they already knew who I was. I kind of felt famous that day, it wasn't the good kind of famous. It was the kind of famous where you just want to run out and hide from everything and everyone so they could leave you alone. 
 Right off the bat they started taking me into examinations. I felt like I was a lab rat being examined from left to right. I've never been the confident kind of person and the situations I was put in at this moment dropped my confidence a big notch down. A pretty young nurse with curls that bounced with every step. She had dark as night black hair, her smile was astonishing with pretty pink glossy lip gloss. She was the nicest nurse I had ever encountered. Until....she pulled out that big needle that looked as thick as a mountains peek. I felt my heart sank deep into the bottom of my stomach when I saw it. All I remember after that is that I thought I had seen that light everyone talks about before dying. But I think it was my exaggeration of how afraid I was of needles. She stuck that thing deep into my vain and that pretty young nurse became the devil in disguise. I hated her. I hated her for putting me through the pain; she wasn't even experianced. She took out what seemed gallons of blood, but was only a couple tubes for testing.
 Three long days which seemed like weeks passed, I was still in the hospital. I had no idea why I was there besides the fact that my brain was swollen. I asked doctors and nurses everytime they came in if they knew what was wrong. Obviously they knew, they just didn't want to worry me. They also thought I wouldn't be able to understand their doctor talk. On a sunny morning three doctors came in and started talking in a language that I called "Doctor language." I couldn't understand anything that was coming out of their mental mouths. I took a piece of paper, pen and started writing all the words I could remember them saying. I was a lucky patient, I had the computer rooms right next to my room. I got out of my uncomfortable bed that felt like sharp rocks and walked my behind to the computer room.
  As I googled searched all the words I came to realize that I had "Thrombosis." Thrombosis is when blood clots form into your blood vessels and blocks blood from going to the places it's supposed to be going. My stomach felt as it was going to coming out of my body, I had never felt so sick in my life. I guess finding out what I had affected me my health even more. In that very moment I wished I wasn't so stubborn and I wish I had never googled searched what was wrong with me. I started growing resentment towards my parents, the doctors and everyone who knew what was wrong with me. Why would they hide something so serious as my condition? Why would they hide a life or death situation from me? At that point I knew they wanted to protect me but something so serious like that shouldn't be hidden from someone. 
  Weeks passed by and I just felt like my body was consuming my own self. I felt as sick as I have never been. My arms felt like brittle noodles, my legs felt like they were going to break into million pieces like glass. My head hurt so much that I wanted to chop the whole thing off. Yeah I know that sounds gross, maybe some exaggeration but at that very moment it didn't matter to me. I just wanted all the pain and misery to go away. 
  I went through about 13 cat scans, 6 back punctures to minimize the fluid going from my brain to my spine, and I could have sworen they took so many pints of blood from my body.Everytime I walked i felt like a mummy on it's two feet. Every night that passed by I thought to myslef why me? What did I do wrong to deserve being in here for so long. I saw my roomates come and go, I was at the hospital for so long that I went through 5 different roomates. I was always left behind. I saw them happy to leave and I, just stayed in that hell hole by myself.
   The doctor came in one rainy morning, he was telling my mom I was going to be taken in to surgery immidiatley. He explained to her that the risk was if i survived through the surgery I might end up in a coma. Or I might not even wake up, I could die. But either way if I didn't have the surgery I would have died anyways. My mom put her faith in god and she quickly told him to take me in as soon as possible and to do everthing he could to save me. Next thing I know, nurses, doctors, specialist started coming in and out of my room. Taking my temperature, helping me out of my bed and they all took me to the ER to start my surgery. All I could remember after that is they put a gask mask with some watermelon flavored and I passed out. 
  After that I remember I stayed in the hospital for 4 more days and I finally got to go home. As I stepped into my house I breathed a breath of fresh air. After two months in that horrible place I learned to appreciate life more and not take anything for granted.