Personal Narrative Essay On Why I Believe In Emergency Surgery

There have been times where all of us thought that something was impossible, but sometimes you can be surprised by what ends up happening. In the last two years I've had emergency surgery, and one of my best friends was diagnosed with a very serious cancer. I believe that love surrounds us, and is powerful enough to cause miracles. When I was twelve years old I became very sick. I got so sick that I had to go to the hospital and get an IV, that alone was scary for me because I hate needles. After blood tests, ultrasounds, CT scans, ice blankets (to bring down my 109 degree fever), and other tests. I had to be sent into emergency surgery to remove one of my organs or I could die. Everybody was so worried, and for some reason I wasn't,
I knew that I was going to be ok, even when I was going into a five hour surgery. One thing I remember was when I was being prepped before surgery a nurse told me that “some people don't make it through”. Even after I was informed of my potential death and the risks of the surgery, I still wasn't scared, or doubting what the doctors could do. My family and friends were a mess, and were crying, I didn't start to cry until they were wheeling me away and my dad wouldn't let go of my hand, because it finally came to me that I might not even be able to see my dad again. When I was going under anesthesia I remember oddly thinking about what I would be eating(because I hadn't had actual food in days other than whatever they were putting in my IV) and doing when I woke up. After a few more nights in the hospital and a week at home I was completely ok. I was ready to go back to school and start walking again. But I needed to try not to rip open my incision (which my mom was really worried about) It was because of how much everybody cared, loved, and prayed for me that the surgery was successful and I am ok today. Not long after my recovery I was informed that my best friend had a very serious, rare, and sometimes fatal cancer. This time I was very upset, and she was calm and optimistic. It made me so furious that something so awful had to happen to one of the most kind people I knew, I didn't know what she did to deserve this. I couldn't stop thinking about all the horrible things that could happen to her and how I could lose her, instead of believing that she would be ok. But then I realized that instead of being mad at the world for doing to this to her I should be cherishing having her as my friend while I still could. Her cancer was so serious that they couldn't treat it in Oregon, and she had to be sent to a hospital in Tennessee for the whole summer. During this time is when as a friend I loved her the most, and tried to appreciate having all the people around me that I do. Other people loved her too there were donations and fundraisers from us and from complete strangers that in a way, loved her. The doctors began to love her too, and did everything they could for her during surgeries and chemotherapy treatments. Through all of this my best friend stayed my best friend, stayed the same person, and never lost hope, which inspired me. I don't think that us being perfectly healthy now is a coincidence. I believe that all the love and hope surrounding us caused a miracle. It was because of how much we loved other people, it was returned to us and did extraordinary things. I believe instead of losing hope and giving up you should love and appreciate people, and you'll receive it back. Love Causes Miracles… This I Believe