Imagine a warm breeze wind rushing through the air like cars on a freeway. The warm smell of the ocean carries over the sky in early summer in San Diego, California on a military base. You have everything you wanted and then one day it all just turns into dust. This just happens to be the worst day of my life.
It was early in the morning, the day after my 7th birthday; I woke up to horrible cramps in the abdomen area of my stomach. The pain was so bad that I couldn’t manage to walk. I crawled down the stairs whining for my mom to rush over to me. “OMG! What is going on?!?” She shouted.
I replied, “Just get me to the hospital”
My mom gathered my sister and my dad and took me to the car. In the car she was asking all these questions like how I was feeling, what hurts the most, or is it just gas. I answered in all these in one short response; “I DON’T KNOW!!” Since it was early in the morning my little sister, which at the time was only four years old, was hungry. We had stopped at McDonalds to get her a happy meal. My dad had gotten me a sprite to see if the caffeine would help my cramps, but it didn’t. At the hospital, we rushed into the E.C.U. (Emergency Care Unit) and had to wait for a surgeon to come and operate for me. We waited for like 3 hours for one to finally come in. The pain at the time was one of the worst feelings I have ever expected. It felt like getting punched in the stomach by Mike Tyson is his prime, it was God awful. In the meantime I had some X-RAYS token of my stomach to see if anything was wrong, nothing was wrong. Next they gave me a CAT scan to see if there is something wrong. It just so happened that my appendix was swollen. So by the time the doctor was in and all the stuff that he needed was in place and the prep was all done, I could finally go in for some surgery. Dr. Mike Watson I believe his name was. When I was lying on the hospital bed, I was asked for one wish when I came out of surgery, I wished...