Michael Buda

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Michael Buda
Professor Trujillo
English 60 MW 8:15pm
25 February 2013
Word Count: 2,600
I Will Conquer

Veni, Vidi, Vici (I came, I saw, I conquered) - Julius Caesar

It was March 31, 2008 and I my alarm woke me up at 7AM as it usually did. However, this wasn't a normal morning. I was throwing up in the morning for the past 2 weeks. I went to doctors at Kaiser Permanente to get blood tests and everything seemed fine. They always had me in the room with the little bed thing and the weird wallpaper with the clowns or fish or something like that. They would just look at me and they didn’t really do much beyond using their stethoscope. I was even going to more than two or three doctors to get different opinions and they all had the same thought. I was just perfectly fine. I was just having some hormonal imbalances. There wasn’t even any evidence to support that. As I was throwing up, I had this feeling in the back of my head as if it were about to explode. I was screaming in pain. My mom finally said, "That's it! I'm taking you to the emergency room." The ER nurse rushed me in front of a couple of people, asked me some questions like how long had this been going on and where and how bad was the pain. I said a couple of weeks, and the pain has been in the back of my head and it was like 10/10. As I was laying in a gurney, I was being rolled into a room with a machine that looked like a cylinder laid on it’s side with a hole in the middle like a donut. This was like an X-Ray machine, only it would be able to look at organs like the heart, the lungs, and the brain. In this case, they wanted to scan my brain. When they put me in through the center of this machine, I threw up again. I was lucky I aimed it outside the machine. As they cleaned it up, they did the scans they needed to do. They were done and they put me in a gurney. They then pushed me into the ER and pushed me into a little space where I had a little curtain in my bed and a small IV machine sitting next to me with all of those heart monitor things. Soon, a nurse came in with some pain meds in an IV bag about as big as my head, stuck a butterfly needle in my arm, started the machine, and said a doctor would be back really quick with the scan results. An hour passed, and nobody came around. Another hour and a nurse came in to check on the IV and said the doctor was coming. Two more hours and not one, not two, but 5 INTERNS and an attending doctor came in. I said "What the hell is going on? We've been waiting here for hours?!" Finally, one of them stepped up and said "We've looked at your scan, and we are sorry to inform you that you have a brain tumor." The guy went on about surgery and other stuff but all I remember after that is whispering to my mom that it was going to be okay, over and over again. It was all a blur. I needed surgery. I was even told that the tumor was big enough to have been able to kill me in my sleep and that I was very lucky to be alive as long as I had been. Although, they didn’t have any room in their Pediatric ICU for some reason so they sent me to another hospital all they way in LA on Sunset Blvd. Lucky for me, my surgery was done by one of the best pediatric brain surgeons in the country. Next thing I know, I was rushed into an ambulance which took me to a LA Kaiser Permanente and rushed into emergency brain surgery.

Two more holes in my head and I’d be a bowling ball! - CafePress.com *
Before the surgery, my dad promised to get me a steak dinner for having good grades that year. What I am about to explain is a story that has been told to me several times by nurses, doctors, and family members. I have absolutely no recollection of this momentary chaos whatsoever. This happened a few days before I woke up and I was totally conscious. I had been under for a couple of days and the doctors couldn’t figure out why I wasn’t waking up. It was probably the anesthesia, but I think it was because I didn’t sleep at all for the past few...
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