When I was a baby I used to cry all day and all night. No one knew what was wrong. My mother took me to the doctor who said, “Nothing is wrong.” So I just cried all day and night.
As I was got older, I was the person that did not eat a lot. Every day when dinner was ready, my mother forced me go to the kitchen and eat until I had finished everything. Instead of me eating, however, I would fall asleep on the table, just nodding out on the spot. That happened throughout my fourth grade year of elementary school. When I went to fifth grade, my mother took me to the doctor yet again to find out what ailed me, and again we were told, “She doesnt have anything wrong.”
It was in the middle of my fifth grade year that I became worse. I couldnt even get out of bed because I had an awful pain in my stomach which would only be lessened when I was lying prone in my bed. My parents, though, made me go to school. I kept telling them that I wasn’t feeling well. When I was at school I would have to go to the restroom every ten minutes and because of this the teacher gave me a special pass. But I was still feeling so bad that one day I went to the nurse’s office and had to wait for my mother to get there. I couldnt stay at school because I felt so miserable. After my mother arrived, she took me to the doctor and, once again, they assured my mother that “she doesn’t have anything,” but they would take some x-rays. So I went to take the x-rays then went home and laid on my bed because the pain was so horrendous….
They took me in an ambulance to Cooks Children Hospital. The funny thing was that not even the ambulance people knew where they were going. I eventually arrived at the hospital and they took me to a room. In the morning, I still had the tube, which they told me I would have for at least one more day. I wasnt able to drink or eat before my surgery because I had the tube. On the day of my surgery, I remember going to a room and just watching TV. Then, when I opened my eyes, I was back in my room again. I was not able to move because my stomach had been cut; four tiny incisions on the right side of the body. It really hurt. In the afternoon, they made the walk down the hallway. The next day I was able to eat! I had a really big appetite. I had missed many meals and was determined to get them all back at once. Ever since my surgery, I have been eating normally and have recovered one hundred percent. Instead of me sitting in the kitchen and falling asleep, I now eat everything that my mom makes. Now she says, “Estas Seguro de Hacer comer mucho.” In English that means, “You sure do eat a lot.” I always remind her of back in the day, “remember all those days I didn’t eat well?”
It is true that none of us knows how long we have on this earth. Therefore, it surely follows that we also don’t know which meal might be our last, so we might as well make sure that it is one in which we…