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Pulling through
After being a kid with a heart problem— after 21 years of moving at slower pace and never being one to rush, or run or jump or play— I felt like a normal kid. Before the surgery, I'd be out of breath at the top of a flight of stairs. But, that was the way it had always been. I never really understood why my blue lips and blue, clubbed fingertips were stared at. Now, after the surgery I was PINK— bright glorious pink. Everything is going to be fine I was having trouble breathing so I came to hospital for a check up. They told me that I had to have a valve replaced. I was really scared but I came in for the operation, which was kind of scary. Now everything is going to be fine and hopefully I will go home soon. I have a boo-boo on my heart and I have been to the hopcicle a lot. I have a scar on my tummy that goes up and down and some others, too. Mommy says they make my tummy look interesting. I have a twin sister. She doesn't have a boo-boo on her heart and her tummy looks boring. She wants a scar but Mommy says no. Many years have past since my heart surgery. I am seventeen years old now. I still have regular heart tests and check-ups with my cardiologist. Over the past years, I have gained a better understanding of what I really experienced that July when I was four and a half years old. I was given a chance to grow up healthy and strong. That was quite a marvelous gift. |
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