The next morning, at 3 a.m., my mom and I were moved from the ER to p5, the normal pediatric floor. The room on p5 was much larger than the one I was given in the ER. It had a spare bed and a bathroom attached to it.
I don't remember what my nurse looked like, what her name was or anything about her. Of the three stays I've had in the hospital, the first one was the shortest, by far. It's also the one I remember the least of.
Of what I do remember, its mostly talking with my last nurse (for that stay), Rebecca. She was about 30 and let me take my own vital signs. She also tried to joke around with me, which was a great change from the somber mood of the hospital.
Another memory I have of that stay was when theory first showed me my MRI images. I was with my dad and my main neurosurgeon, in my hospital room. Apparently the tumors was about 3 cm and had been there for about 2 years. Now, it was pressing on my optic nerves and pituitary gland. We scheduled the surgery for October 26, 2016. That was less than a week after I had first been diagnosed.
I got out of the hospital on Saturday, October 22. My siblings were staying with our Grandma, so my parents and I had the house to ourselves. As soon as I got home I called some of my friends and talked with them for a good two hours.
The entire experience was, at first, almost surreal. I felt okay, and I looked okay, but I knew I could go blind, or not be able to have children. Or something worse could happen.
On Monday I would go to school, explain what was happening to those who didn't already know, and then leave for three months.
My entire life was about to change.
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The Tumor That Changed My Life
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