Ventricular Septal Surgery: A Short Story

I was eleven. It was one summer morning around 8:30, when my mother, siblings, and I woke up early for a walk to the store around the corner to use some coupons that were to be used only that day. In line for about half an hour, my vision got muddy all of a sudden. Seconds later, my eyes vastly floated into a gaze of never-stopping kaleidoscopes. I woke up with my family in panic and with unfamiliar faces observing me. I looked up and saw a lady on the phone, on the line with paramedics as my mother and brother rushed to say “he’s awake now”. Strangers approached me fanning heavily with thick newspaper. Embarrassed, I wanted to hide so I shriveled up into a ball and leaned back onto a wall. Oh how I wished I was blown away by those gusts.
Just a few days later, I went to a doctor, only to find out I needed a heart specialist. After a sonogram and other tests, a Ventricular Septal Defect was detected. In other words, doctors found out I was born with a hole in my heart. That day was a nightmare for me. I was haunted when the words “you’re going to need surgery” came out my doctor’s mouth, and knew it would come very soon. I cried the news to my sister who was outside in the waiting room. Never in a million years had I imagined that me, Martin Martinez, would ever have that sort of procedure done. Furthermore, doctors told me the surgery may
Today was the day of the operation and I was in fear of the possibility that something would go wrong. My parents, siblings and I all rode in my father’s car and we were off to go to the hospital. As my dad drove, all the thoughts of my life just came flashing back as I gazed onto the darkness of the streets as the moon still peaked at the edge of the sky. We all walked into the hospital and I felt my heart racing me. As I walked in, a lady handed me a gown and said “put this on” so I went to the restroom and draped it over me. In not even a minute later, I started tearing