Memoirs
The Escape
I remember feeling the emptiness I felt when I had to let go of my mom’s hand. The wheels squeaked as I was pushed into the operating room. I felt the tears soak my face. I stared at the florescent lights on the ceiling and slowly watched them fade.
During March of grade 6, I found out that I had a sinus infection. I also found out that I was born without these tiny microscopic holes in my nose.
At first I thought that I just had the flu that was going around but it turned out to be so much more.
I went to my doctor and she just said it was a regular cold, so she gave me some medicine to stop my headaches. I remember going home and knowing that this wasn’t just any regular cold. There was something going on inside me, I just didn’t know what it was, but it knew it was something. I remember laying on my couch in my basement and watching cartoons in the dark. My head pounded as I laid on the leather burgundy couch.
My face felt like a balloon. It was mainly under my eyes. It got worse and worse so I went back to the doctor. They said it was nothing and that it will go away, but once again it didn’t.
I knew this wasn’t normal. I knew something was attacking me. One day I couldn’t handle it any longer so my Mom took me to the ER.
I remember the wait. It was long and boring. I had to sit in a chair for at least three hours until I finally got to the front of the line.
I sat on a hard green chair as they did injected needles into me. I always hated needles but I wanted to get better so I let them do it.
Sadly, I had to stay overnight at the hospital, which was something that I never wanted to do. I wanted to lay down in my soft bed and not feel any pain.
To make things worse, I had a roommate who had some sort of heart problem, which made her emotionally unstable. I remember she was fairly nice but when day she yelled at the nurse because they gave her white milk instead of chocolate. She kind of scared me, but I felt bad because her life must have been so difficult travelling hospital to hospital.
I stayed there for about a week, playing board games and watching TV. I was so sick of laying down every single day, I just wanted to run outside and enjoy the rest of my March Break.
My family visited a few times. Their smiles slowly faded, as they saw how swelled up my face was. They brought teddy bears and candy, hoping to make me feel happy again, but I felt so weak it was hard to feel anything.
I remember hearing the nurses tell me that I needed surgery. I felt my heart drop, nothing scared me more. I clenched onto my moms hand as I sobbed. I never thought that surgery would be a possibility until that day.
I remember when the nurses explained the surgery to me, my hands sweat. I was so nervous, I was terrified everything wouldn’t go as planned.
As I was wheeled into the surgery room, I held tightly onto my moms hand. Then we entered an area where parents weren’t aloud to go. I cried because I felt so alone, away from everyone I knew.
Eventually I fell asleep and then woke up not knowing where I was but then I smiled because I saw my mom standing in front of me.
The following day I was finally starting to feel like myself again. It was finally the day I got to go home. I remember when I first exited the hospital, the best feeling was just feeling the fresh air on my skin.
The Escape
I remember feeling the emptiness I felt when I had to let go of my mom’s hand. The wheels squeaked as I was pushed into the operating room. I felt the tears soak my face. I stared at the florescent lights on the ceiling and slowly watched them fade.
During March of grade 6, I found out that I had a sinus infection. I also found out that I was born without these tiny microscopic holes in my nose.
At first I thought that I just had the flu that was going around but it turned out to be so much more.
I went to my doctor and she just said it was a regular cold, so she gave me some medicine to stop my headaches. I remember going home and knowing that this wasn’t just any regular cold. There was something going on inside me, I just didn’t know what it was, but it knew it was something. I remember laying on my couch in my basement and watching cartoons in the dark. My head pounded as I laid on the leather burgundy couch.
My face felt like a balloon. It was mainly under my eyes. It got worse and worse so I went back to the doctor. They said it was nothing and that it will go away, but once again it didn’t.
I knew this wasn’t normal. I knew something was attacking me. One day I couldn’t handle it any longer so my Mom took me to the ER.
I remember the wait. It was long and boring. I had to sit in a chair for at least three hours until I finally got to the front of the line.
I sat on a hard green chair as they did injected needles into me. I always hated needles but I wanted to get better so I let them do it.
Sadly, I had to stay overnight at the hospital, which was something that I never wanted to do. I wanted to lay down in my soft bed and not feel any pain.
To make things worse, I had a roommate who had some sort of heart problem, which made her emotionally unstable. I remember she was fairly nice but when day she yelled at the nurse because they gave her white milk instead of chocolate. She kind of scared me, but I felt bad because her life must have been so difficult travelling hospital to hospital.
I stayed there for about a week, playing board games and watching TV. I was so sick of laying down every single day, I just wanted to run outside and enjoy the rest of my March Break.
My family visited a few times. Their smiles slowly faded, as they saw how swelled up my face was. They brought teddy bears and candy, hoping to make me feel happy again, but I felt so weak it was hard to feel anything.
I remember hearing the nurses tell me that I needed surgery. I felt my heart drop, nothing scared me more. I clenched onto my moms hand as I sobbed. I never thought that surgery would be a possibility until that day.
I remember when the nurses explained the surgery to me, my hands sweat. I was so nervous, I was terrified everything wouldn’t go as planned.
As I was wheeled into the surgery room, I held tightly onto my moms hand. Then we entered an area where parents weren’t aloud to go. I cried because I felt so alone, away from everyone I knew.
Eventually I fell asleep and then woke up not knowing where I was but then I smiled because I saw my mom standing in front of me.
The following day I was finally starting to feel like myself again. It was finally the day I got to go home. I remember when I first exited the hospital, the best feeling was just feeling the fresh air on my skin.