A Time Unlike Any Other

  

       Many of us, can think of an unusual occurrence in our lives, but most aren’t  serious or dramatic.   In 7th grade, I noticed that I had lost all feeling in my right foot. I was unable to move it up and down, which caused me to trip frequently. I informed my parent multiple times that something was wrong with my foot, but they didn’t do anything.
         One day, my Dad asked me if I wanted to go with him to the wine store. I had nothing better to do, so I said yes. In the wine store I was walking and I all of a sudden I tripped. I flew forward into a big case of wine bottles, hitting my chin. I got up and looked at my Dad; my eyes displayed my pain and embarrassment. That was the day my parents decided I needed to see a doctor.
         I waited all week until the day came for me to go. The doctor scraped a metal bar along the bottom of my foot, making my toes crinkle up.  He looked up, smiling, and said “That’s good!” He then grabbed a manila folder labeled with my name, in big black letters, and dug through it. He stopped at one page and read a small paragraph, then looked up at my mom and asked if it was true that in 2006 she was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis. My mom nodded her head. He looked at her and said, that he wanted me to take an MRI.  My mom said okay, and we headed back down to Radiology on the first floor.
          That night the phone rang-it was my doctor saying that he had looked at the x-rays and there was an abnormal spot in my right temporal lobe. My mom and my doctor talked for a few more minutes and then she hung up.  She looked over at me and told me that I was going to go to a doctor named Dr. Nagib.
          The next Wednesday, I went to Dr. Nagib’s office. I sat, shaking, terrified of what was to come. A petite Indian woman opened the door and called my name; I stood up and inched my way over to her, then proceeded to follow her into a room. After about five minutes, in walked a tall, well groomed man, displaying a big pearly smile on his face. He sat down and looked at me, within about three seconds that smile, went away, he told me that I had what’s called a hemangioma, in my right temporal lobe. He explained to me that it was a cluster of blood vassals that could explode and kill me, so it was vital that it was removed.
          I turned to my Dad, tears raced down my cheeks like horses on a race track; he told me, that if I went through with this surgery, I could have anything I wanted. I said that I want a puppy. It was set, I was to get a puppy, after my surgery.
          When the day came that I was to have my surgery, I was scared, more than I had ever been. Millions of questions raced throughout my head, I was scared of the unknown, and I had no idea what I was in for. 
           I went through with the surgery, and everything turned out to be okay. Although I had to experience the worst pain ever imaginable, I was able to get through it all, because of the positive support of my family and friends.  Yes, it’s unusual that this happened, but because of this, I have become more empathetic and understanding towards others. I am less judgmental and more open and accepting. Now when I look at those with any kind of illness I right away wonder what I can do to make a positive difference in their lives.  Yes, this surgery did save my life, but more importantly it made me a much better person. Sometimes when we undergo horrible times in our lives, we get more out of it than we ever would have expected, and take a lot out of such an unfortunate circumstance.