By the time my appointment with the ophthalmologist was finished it was 2 in the afternoon. I remember being in the car with my dad and asking him if I had cancer. He didn't know.
When we got home, we told my mom about the appointment. My mom and I left for the emergency room half an hour later.
At the ER I signed in. The nurses took my vital signs and I was asked to take a seat. After the first hour of waiting, I got bored. The waiting room was packed with people in much more critical condition than me. After the second hour I got hungry. It was about 5:30 and I hadn't had anything to eat since breakfast. After four hours a pediatric nurse called my name. We got a bed in the hall. It was better than nothing.
I told two different nurses and a child life specialist how I got there. They were amazed that I wasn't crying, or shaking with fear.
About half an hour later, I was put in to room P35. There I waited for about an hour and fifteen minutes (watching the Packers vs. bears game) before this child life specialist came back to tell me about MRIs. A few minutes later I had my first of many IVs. I was was ready for my first MRI.
At 9:45 I began my first MRI. It wasn't scary, just different. I got to close my eyes and listen to the repetitive noises as the operator talked me through the hour long scan. When I came out of the machine it was about 10:45. I wasn't allowed to eat yet and I was starving.
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The Tumor That Changed My Life
Non-FictionThis is the true story of me and my brain tumor. From a year before I was diagnosed, to months after my most recent surgery. All events actually happened. I hope you enjoy my story. (Highest Rank in Nonfiction: #627)
