Reflective Essay: How 9/11 Changed My Life

Heart beating fast, blood pumping, throat swollen, and life threatening. Would this be the end? The surgery that I was about to endure would then determine the rest of life, and or what’s left of it. Although I’ve never gone under with anesthetics before, I had my mind set that I would remain strong the entire time, no matter the consequences or the potential outcomes; but when it came down to it I didn’t know if I’d be able to. The day before my birthday, June 11, was the day of the dramatic surgery, where I would see if they would remove the monster living inside of my throat, or if it would continue to take over me and my body. If I couldn’t get my tonsils removed, my entire life would fall and crash into a million different pieces because
My mom’s mom and dad decided to meet us at the hospital to say their goodbyes before I went into the room that would determine the rest of my life. I received a bracelet from the hospital reading, “Morgan the Unbelievable”. At this moment I question if this would be the end for me. My parents and I were led into a small room where I was told to change into a hospital gown and to prepare for surgery. A middle-aged woman came into my room and told me that they were going to insert an IV into my right hand, that would soon be filled with the anesthetics to put me to sleep for the surgery of my life. Dr. Kaiser the Medical Mystery, came into my room after the IV was in to explain what he was going to do and to reassure me that everything was going to okay. My parents held my hand and told me that they would see me when my surgery was over and that they loved me. My nurse came and wheeled my bed and I to the operating room. I was transferred to an operating table, that was cold, plastic and the color of a corpse. She started to pump the anesthetics in the IV and told me to count down from ten. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six,