Personal Narrative: My Sister's Open Heart Surgery
On the day of my younger sister’s open heart surgery, she hemorrhaged and approached death. When I went in to see her, she looked pale. Her appearance was ghostly. I could not stand seeing my baby sister lying in a bed with tubes, machines and nurses surrounding her. Tubes and machines that resembled a monster swallowing her whole. Nurses that held her life in their hands. If they stopped a clot would form and cause her death. They were pumping another person’s blood into her, saving her life. That is when I realized I wanted to be as courageous as those nurses were. I was over in the corner crying as if I were a baby, thinking it was the last time I would ever see her. The nurses were the ones that truly should have been crying. They may not