As I'm crawling out of bed, I notice a note laying on my table. It reads....
Dear Isabelle,
You have been selected for a new trial. You are a perfect candidate for this trial. You will undergo surgery tonight, so as soon as you're awake let me know, I need to start prepping you by lunch. I'd wish you luck, but I know you'll be fine.
Your Favorite Nurse,
Justin:)
I grab my clothes for the day, and start getting dressed. I walk over to the nurses station and inform Justin that I'm awake. Later that day, he walks in to start my preparation. I just got off the phone with Meagan because I'm super nervous for this procedure. CF patients are more likely to die going under anesthesia then while waiting on new lungs.
"Alright squirt, ready to get this started?"
"Not really, but don't think I've got much of a choice."
He laughs, "Yeah don't think you do."
He gets done prepping me, and informs me that he'll be back to get me when they're ready in the OR (operating room) just to watch a movie or something. My crazy self, or as Rachel calls me her highness the queen of stupidity, decides to watch Five Feet Apart. It really sets the mood before heading to surgery. (Hence the sarcasm).
Bright lights. Lots of talking. People running around. Scary atmosphere. I know at once where I am. I'm in the OR. I've woke up in the middle of surgery. Guess I need a heavier dose of anesthesia. This really scares me, the heavier the dose the deeper you go, and the harder it'll be for your lungs to get going again. Luckily these doctors know what they're doing. They went to school for a reason I guess.
I'm not sure how much later, but some time later I'm finally back in my room. Back in the quiet atmosphere. Dark. Silence. Lonely. The place I call home. Roses cover every table. Cards, balloons, bags, candy, you name it it's here. One surgery down. Guess since I survived this one I won't be as scared next time. I look at my feeding tube, they think feeding tubes will help us get extra nutrition that we can't absorb ourselves, I just hope it works so this surgery wasn't for nothing. I look worse than ever, and I know nobody will see me the same after this.
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