"There is something that I have been pondering about for quiet a while. You see, doc, I don't want you to spare my feelings. Actually feel free to tell me when I will collapse, and die, how about I say that when the doctor walks in mom?"
"Brooke, you will not collapse and die, stop over exaggerating." I raised an eyebrow at my mother's statement. After a few seconds of starring at the door, a young female doctor came in holding a clipboard.
"Mrs. Paige, I would like to discuss the test results with both of you, if that is alright with you of course?" My mom nodded her head, ever so slightly. The doctor directed both of us to very comfortable seats closer to the door. Once we were sitting the doctor stared explaining.
"Mrs. Paige, your daughter has Eisenmenger syndrome. It is a syndrome that you are born with, after examining the results it seems the syndrome has developed to something bigger. Which may explain why she fainted."
"Eisenmenger is a heart defect that causes a hole to develop between two chambers of the heart. The hole causes blood to circulate abnormally in your heart and lungs. An increased amount of blood flow returns to your lungs instead of going to the rest of your body."
I looked between the doctor and my mom. "You guys are unbelievable!" I scoffed. "The reason I passed out was because of the spray paint. It was too much I should've been careful with the paint. Look I'm sorry but it must've been the pai- "
"I understand this may be very hard for you to understand- "
I had heard enough. "No! It's not hard to understand, it's pretty self explanatory. I'm going to die, why don't you just tell me that doctor! I'm 17, I don't deserve this!" Tears stained my cheeks, everything seemed to spin in one big blurry circle.
"Honey plea-." My eyes snapped to my mom sitting very calm next to the doctor. "No mom! I can't do this, not this, mom I'm going to die!!" The doctor seemed to be taking a note in every single thing I was doing. I felt a pang of embarrassment hit my. I snapped back to reality and sat down, probably looking like I was some hormonal teenager who couldn't accept the fact that she was going to die.
Oh wait, I was. The doctor noticed how badly I was shaking. "Brooke, how about we take a walk outside, in the process I'll explain to you exactly what I know, and what we can do to help you live. Because this is in fact something you can recover after a surgery." I nodded my head.
"Mom, I'm going to head out for a bit with the doctor, see if I want to get the surgery or not." My mom's eyes teared up. "Honey, you have to take the surgery. Please don't leave me, not after your father left us, I don't think I'll make it without yo-"I cut her off, knowing very well that whatever my choice would be would hurt her dearly.
"Listen, mom, whatever I choose to do will eventually hurt us. If I take the surgery, you will waste hundreds of dollars, that we don't have, on a treatment, that might not even work mom. But if I don't do the surgery, I will die and you will be in so much pain. Mom I don't want that for any of us. But in the end it is my choice mom, I love you mom," and with those final words I kissed her on the forehead and walked out to the hallway, were the doctor had probably heard the very meaningful talk I had just had with my mom.
"Are you ready Brooke?" She asked when I looked at her.
My eyes stung with tears, I shook my head.
"Of course not"
