"You can go home now", the young, arrogant doctor announced with a smile on his face. I had just woken up from my laparoscopy procedure, my mind was still filled with the meds so my comprehension was not on top of its game. Dr X ( we will call him) let me know that he found an adhesion and was able to separate it and I was good to go. Though i was in pain, I thought at that moment that it was from the procedure and it would eventually go away. Every second seemed like hours, I was beginning to have a hard time catching my breath. I remember trying to get dressed and it was not easy, with each movement the severity of the pain increased, each second feeling of am I going to make it to the hospital on time entered my mind. I knew I was dying. My body was shutting down. This couldn't happen! My brother had died in a car accident six months prior, we were denied relations with his children and now if I died, this would rip my family apart to no end. I had to be strong, if not for me, for the love of my life Jason and my family. Time seemed to be slowing down. I could no longer move without constant severe pain crippling me. The knock on the door I was waiting for finally arrived. Diane, my mother in law, had finally arrived and was ready to take me to the Emergency Room. Slowly, she helped me to the car, then in the car, all the while I am squealing in pain. This was it... as we drove, the fear in both of our eyes was obvious. I was close to death, hours away and we knew it. With every slight bump or movement my lower abdomen was filling with more and more acid infection, I was not sure I would make it. NEVER did I feel pain even close to this...I was dying. I tried so hard to be strong for her that day, I didn't want her to worry, but the pain was so severe I couldn't think, my mind was concentrating on survival. God gave me Diane that day, she helped save my life.
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Marlo Jane
5/6/2018 05:25:51 pm
Wow, what an incredible story Jena. You write so well sweetie!
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