When I was 12 yrs. Old, I got a 50/50 operation. Before the day of my operation, almost one week I have a fever. One night mama decided to bring me at the hospital (Gen. Quezon City Hospital), two doctors check me up. They don’t find what is really happened to me. One doctor said, it’s an UTI so nothing to worry about and they just give me a pain reliever. After an hour the pain was came back and they’re all confuse, I am suffering for the pain. My mom got angry to them , they’re doctors and why they don’t find what really happening to me. That pain was really memorable for me, because of that pain I feel dying. I shout, I cry and I suffer because it’s really hurt. Exactly 4:00am, four (4) doctors came and observe me and one of them is the doctor’s head, he check up my stomach, abdomen and my appendix. And finally he knows it and said “Bring her to the operating room immediately” that doctor is not wasting his time to operate me up.
When the operation is on going, accidentally I wake up and I don’t know why? I really shock for what I saw, cutting my appendix and full of blood. I shout and cry feeling that I’m dying that time. And again they injected me anesthesia to continuing my operation. And after a long hour it’s finally done.
And when I wake up, my four (4) great doctors came to visit me and to check me how I am? The doctor’s head said “She’s lucky” mama ask why? “because she only have 24 hours to become alive in this world, and if GOD didn’t gave us a sign to make an operation to her, maybe now she’s with her dad at the God’s Kingdom.”
And that operation of me was so unforgettable.
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