“Excuse me?”

“I said you need open heart surgery.”
“Yeah I know what you said.”
I was having so many mixed emotions. I couldn’t choose which feeling I should express. First I was sad then I was angry and for some reason at one point I was happy but I don’t know why. My worst feeling about all this news was wondering if I would come out of this surgery alive. I already had a major life crisis surgery when I was only 2 years old and I almost didn’t make it.
I don’t want to go down that road again mainly because I don’t deserve to go through it or even have a life with this much sadness, worry and misery. I want to be a regular kid with no life or death calls, no medicine to take every morning and night but most of all no green teeth or scars everywhere that leads to everyone asking millions of questions. For once I want to know what it feels like to be a normal kid even if it’s just for 5 minutes.
  “When will this be?”
“August 8th but we will need you here one day earlier for a pre-operation just so we can tell you what to expect and where you will be staying after the surgery.”
August 7th came around so fast that it almost seemed too sudden. My family and I arrived at the hospital around 8:30 and my appointment started at 9:00. The nurses and doctors told me exactly what they said they would. Then they showed me a couple rooms that I would see or stay in during my visit. They all looked the same except for the ICU (the surgical room). The ointment ended around 11:00, which is earlier than they expected it to.
Night goes by and the sun rises to a new day. I wake up around 7:15 and dressed and leave the hotel around 7:30, which gives me 15 minutes to get to the hospital and get checked in. When I stepped foot into the hospital, which looks like a skyscraper my stomach starts to feel a little queasy and sick with a little pinch of nerve.
“Bridget”
  I follow the nurse to a room where 3 other nurses individually come in and talk to me, give me IV”s and make sure I’m not nervous. T One nurse came in she asked how I’m doing so I said good then she asked if this was my first time getting surgery.
“No.”
“Oh really, what happened?”
“It was about 13 years ago I had a liver transplant. The doctors could tell from when I was born that I would need to visit them again in the nearby future and they were right. It started when my immune system started to shut down and then my kidneys started to act up next came the color change of my skin and teeth. When I was in the operating room and the doctors where fixing me they did a good enough job to keep me living for a little while longer so I could be put on a waiting list. Than it all just got really bad really quick. My heart started to have problems to the point where it actually stopped for about 3 seconds before the doctors were able to fix it again…”
I started to drip a couple of tears.
“If you want you can just leave it at that you don’t have to continue.”
“No it’s ok I’m fine.”
“With that I was put on a immediate list, that way if a new liver donation was made I would be one of the first kids to get the part that I needed to stay alive. Finally that day came and it didn’t take to long. The liver was split into three thirds. I got the last third, the kid before me got the second third and one more child got the last part but sadly didn’t make it. My liver originally belonged to an 11 year-old boy, who died in a car accident on his way home from school. He got rushed to the hospital but by the time he arrived he had passed away in the back of the ambulance. When his parents found out they were given some time to take in all of the sudden news and then were asked if they wanted to donate some of their sons organs to save some people who really needed them. They obviously said yes and that’s the liver I have now which is now 24 years old.”
“Wow you went through it all haven’t you?”
“Yeah just about”
After that I was brought to the operating hallway. There I said bye to my parents before my surgery and that I would see them in one hour. That’s when the amnesia finally hit me.
  There are going to be bumpy roads in your life that you don’t want to take but something good always comes out of it. Trust me.