She turned to me after a long night shift; her emerald eyes glistened in the bright sunlight as she asked, “Am I going to die?”
Amy had been my patient since she was four years old. Her hair used to be dark brown, almost to the point of being black and it hung loosely over her shoulders. Now it was nothing but bald skin. Her pale skin was scattered with freckles across her small pointed nose. The warm smile that had once been there was slowly vanishing throughout time. There was no doubt her cancer was killing her.
“No sweetie, we have your surgery scheduled for later this afternoon, everything will be fine.” But not even I believed that. I wasn’t even going to operate but her parents insisted.  Shining crystals of pure sadness ran down my cheeks while I waited for the time of the surgery. When it was time for surgery, I went inside the OR and took a deep breath. “Ten blade” I cracked her chest open for the tenth time.
“No, no, no.”
“What’s wrong doctor?”
“This is worse than expected, her heart is failing, we have to close her up and call UNOS. Put her on the transplant list. “
I left the OR and threw my head scrub on the floor. This wasn’t fair she didn’t deserve this. But I had to hold it together; I had to inform her parents about what had happened during surgery. After informing her parents, Amy kept coding. She wasn’t going to make it, but I would try to keep her alive until the morning. That night everyone was hoping for a miracle but before the blink of an eye, she was gone.