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Grace B

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YouTube plugin error The Surgery

By Grace Baranowski

 

     It was on a Sunday night in late July that I was at a diner with my family. We were having a blast, not knowing what pain and fear was soon to come. We finished dinner and went home. It wasn’t until 10 o’clock that I started to feel very sick to my stomach. I figured I had eaten some bad meat at the diner. I passed it off as nothing. If only I had taken it seriously then. If only it had never happened to me. If only, if only, if only. But it happened. And there’s nothing I can do about it. At least I’m alive is all I said to myself. At least I’m alive.


     That night I couldn’t stay asleep for more than an hour at a time. I was in so much pain. I knew I hadn’t had the stomach flu because there had been no vomiting; only sharp stabbing pains in my entire stomach area. It was almost unbearable.

 

     I woke up at 6 o’clock in the morning and couldn’t go back to sleep I was in so much pain. I went to my mom and told her what happened. She wanted me to go with her to the doctor, since she had an appointment that morning.


     I was sitting in the doctor’s office, scared to death and in so much pain there were tears rolling slowly down my cheeks. My name was called to come into the room and, in a daze, I walked in. The doctor made me stand up and jump, and it was so painful I burst into tears. He diagnosed me with Appendicitis. I had never heard of that before. And the first thing that came to mind was, I am going to die. This is a fatal disease, and I’m going to die. He said he needed urine tests and had to draw blood, and I totally lost it. I couldn’t stop myself from crying. I went home, laid in bed, and sobbed. These were the last few days I had to live. What was I going to do? I was 11! I wasn’t ready to die! My life had barely started! I lay there for hours and cried.


     That night I could not stay asleep for more than one hour. My mom told me it was like sleeping with a pregnant woman.

 

     “What? I’m pregnant too! But I don’t have a daddy that I love a lot!” I started to cry.

 

     “No hun, it was just a figure of speech. You’re not pregnant.” My mom reassured me but I couldn’t stop from crying.

 

     The next morning, my mom called the hospital and told them I needed to have the surgery. She said surgery and I burst into tears again. I mustered up the little strength I had and got dressed and brushed my teeth. But by the time I had finished, I had no energy whatsoever. My dad had to carry me to the car. And as he started the car to head to the hospital, I burst into tears. Here was the end of my life.


     The hospital smelled like blood and death. I couldn’t see. Tears obscured my vision as the nurse pushed my wheelchair through the hallways. They changed me into the hospital dress and took me into the operation room. They picked me up by the blanket underneath me and I screamed in pain. The doctors started to talk and count down. After 3 seconds I passed out.


     I woke up with blurred vision and thought I was dead.

 

     “Where am I?” I tried to say but it probably sounded more like, “bah ahg ahi?” As I looked around, there was someone trying to talk to me. I looked and saw a pretty nurse sitting in a chair next to my bed.

 

     She looked at me and asked, “Hun, do you know where you are?”  

 

     I looked at her for a few seconds and tried to remember. Suddenly it came to me and in a giant slur I said, “Iamintheoperationroom!”

 

     The pretty nurse looked at me and said, “That’s a very good guess but not quite. You’re in the recovery room.” And as the last word slipped from her lips, sleep came over me, and I blacked out.


     I woke up again, and couldn’t remember what day it was. But as I started to come back into consciousness, I could hear voices. As I struggled to open my eyes, I started to recognize the voices. It was my aunt and uncle with my youth group leader from church! I struggled to open my eyes because I didn’t want them to leave. Finally my eyes opened and I looked up at my Aunt, Uncle, youth group leader, and my immediate family. They all smiled at me and said they were just about to leave, since they had been there for an hour.

 

      I looked up at them and said, “So I’m not dead then?” they looked at me and laughed.

 

     My aunt said, “No dear, you are not dead. It was just a little surgery. You remember a few years ago when Matt had Appendicitis don’t you?” I then realized that I had been ridiculous for thinking I was going to die, because God still had plans for my life. It wasn't his time for me to die.

 

      My youth leader looked at me and said, “Gracie everyone at church is praying for you. We love you and we hope you feel better. Never forget God is always with you.”

 

     She smiled and at that they all said goodbye and left. As I lay there in my bed, I realized that I had been so scared of what might happen, I had forgotten to trust in God with my all, even in a situation like this. Because He was in charge of all this, He was in charge of everything and always will be. He did this for me to realize he loves me and will always be there, even if I think I’m going to die. It’s all on His time and I don’t need to worry about it. And with that thought, the most immense peace washed over me like a wave. And I smiled to myself and blacked out again.

Comments (8)

Caroline Nore said

at 1:01 pm on Sep 17, 2010

Where's the Otter Pop lady? I was expecting to see her and then...no Otter Pop lady. But that's okay, your story's still awesome. Oh, and I like the pregnant part.

descarcega@stgregoryschool.org said

at 1:11 pm on Sep 17, 2010

i love your story, it is really amazing. I especially like the last paragraph. it is really, really, good.

hsawyer said

at 1:15 pm on Sep 17, 2010

I really liked your story, i thought the dialouge was really funny and your story was fun to read all the way through.You also had a good explanation of what you had learned from your experience.

agonzales1@stgregoryschool.org said

at 1:18 pm on Sep 17, 2010

This story definately shows how little children can think up the worst situation possible. I like how you really showed that, and brought out little Gracie. The suspense of the story really made it exciting to read. Good job :)

flowery@stgregoryschool.org said

at 9:31 am on Sep 20, 2010

I liked how you were descriptive of what happened, the dialogue was good, so was the ending. Where are the otter pops?

nbabis@stgregoryschool.org said

at 7:56 pm on Sep 20, 2010

I liked how the youtube video went with the story without you even having to act anything out.

David said

at 8:47 pm on Sep 20, 2010

I like how you really dramatized your story. I thought the pregnant part was funny. It was written very well.

Alex Valencia said

at 9:01 pm on Sep 20, 2010

I really liked your story. I enjoy the happy ending, since most of the stories I've read have not ended very happily. I think you did a great job with telling the story and making it understandable, as well as spicing it up a little with more dramatization and dialogue.

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