The Reality Of My Horror Story

I was one of the worst. The only one they had ever seen. An they couldn't even help me.

       Due to the fact that I am extremely conservative, I will be changing the name of my family and the individual names.  Thank you.

 

 

        All the doctors seemed to hover over me, I looked up with large, confused eyes.  I was such a little girl.  They whispered to each other and one young doctor even cried and gave me a crusifix neckless.  What was happening?

 

        It all seems so insignificant to me now.  The medication, the operation, and most of all, my diagnosis.  But it's not so simple for others.  I walked into the hospital, Johns Hopkins Institute.  They are one of the Elite Hospitals of the world.  I have seen people from all around the world, India, China, Mexico, Europe, they all come here for one common need.  A cure.  The lucky ones, they never have to come back to the hospital that saved them.  But the rest of us, the invalids, we dote upon what we are and the hospital the protects us.  We are the strong ones.  The ones who are challenged and rise above it.  But we are also the damned and carry a curse that we can never leave behind.  My mother walked behind me.  She looked some what confused as I wound through the complicated corridors of the Humongous Hospital.

        I Knew it so well.  A women walked up to my mother smiled sadly.  She was Japanese and carried a baby on her hip.  Judging by how the women looked the child was her grand baby.

"You so young." She said laying her hand against her heart.  "You so young and you have disease?"  She exhaled in remorse and laid her hand on my mothers shoulder.  "Bless your heart you sweet thing.  And you bring your own baby with you too."  My mother grimaced and then looked at me.

        "Actually..." Said my mother, "My daughter is the one with the... uhm ... Disease." She choked on the last word.  The womens warm almond shapped eyes widened and she looked at me.  She bowed her head and said something very quickly in a different language and then touched my arm.

"You are but a baby!" She said.  I Beamed at her and then fluttered my eyes.  My mother pulled me away with the Chinese women looking on at me with a sympathetic gaze.  My mother stroked my hand and squeezed it tight.  I looked at her and gently removed her hand from mine and looked at her,

"Mom, please don't have a heart attack.  It's been six years.  I'm fine."  She looked down at me with worried eyes and shook her head up and down.  "Geesh mom.  It's not like I'm here to be euthanized.  It's a six month routine cheek up."  She nods her head up and down.

         And then it hits me.  This is the exact day that I first came to Johns Hopkins.  May 17th.  When this had all begun.

 

 

        I dangled my legs of the leather chair, alone in the dark small room.  My parents had been asked to wait outside.  Five doctors walked into my room, and saw me.  Being the six year old child I was, I beamed at them, despite the fact that my eyes were red and swollen, my skin was spotted and pealing, and I was bleeding each time I went to the bath room.  I had to be Life flighted from Hershey Medical to Mary Land and Then I was here.  I had only thought of it as a fun sky ride in the big heliocopter.  One of the youngest doctors, looked at me and clasped her hand to her mouth.  Her eyes welled up with tears and she clutched the Lead doctors arm.

"I'm gonna be sick."

        She ran out the room and My smile crumpled into a wounded frown and my lip began to quiver.  Tears rolled down my cheeks, burning the scabs on my skin.  The leader of the doctors (that's how I thought of her) walked quickly towards me and lifted me up and huged me.

"Honey, baby girl don't vry." She cooed.  She sat me down on the glowing white table and my skin turned an eerie blue.

"She doesn't like me." I said, my words coming out broken due to my uncontrolable sobs. "I'm scarey."  Doctor Thorne, Brushed the hair out of my face and smiled at me.

"No honey, she just has the stomach Virus.  It wasn't you."

 

        For eight days I stayed at the hospital, have blood drawn, scans taken, and tests preformed.  The doctors arguing about my Diagnosis and What Medications I should take.  Finally a descicion was reached.

"Mr. and Mrs. Yalling, your daughter has Auto Immune disease." Said doctor Thorne in her most even voice.  My mothers red, tear stained face looked up.

"What's that?"  Doctor Thorne seemed reluctant to continue.

"It is a disease in which your daughters immune system attacks her body, usually just the skin and bones which is something easy to reverse, but it's attacking her vital organs, which means that after her eyes the next target most likely will be her brain, or her heart.  It's already at her liver."

"My mothers wails and tears began again but Doctor thorne kept talking.

"We can help her, she will survive.  She's going to keep her liver, heart brian, the works, but Mr. and Mrs. Yalling this disease will be with her forever."

 

        That's where my memory fades.  I have a few things to say to anyone who may have a daunting Diagnosis on their shoulders right now.  When you are weak, someone will always give you strength.  I found one of my gaurdian angel in a nurse named Tonya.  I asked my doctors about her and they told me Tonya, wasn't a real person or a nurse for that matter.  But I remember Tonya, who gave me strength and would read me the bible while I was being treated.  You are strong.  And you can do this.  These event actually happened and I have a vivid memory Of everything.  I am still on medication and I am fighting, and kicking and screaming.  live hard, fight hard.

Author's Note

I hope you enjoyed.

Reviews

[puppetmaster]

oh my god...... wow...... this is great....... absolutely inspirational, and i'm glad you posted it. absolutely amazing. i'm so glad you're fighting. don't ever give up.

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wow. im so inspired by this.. I am so happy that you are strong enough to fight this thing. You're so lucky to have had such good help... I dont know what to really say... you're a great storyteller... I don't know you but i could hear you telling it in my head. Very nice and I do hope that you are well. You're a strong woman... Stay that way...

[Weaza]

O.O wow...strong, captivating, jaw dropping. I love it! Keep writing its great