How My Heart Surgery That Changed My Life

Both surgeries were excruciating; however, I listened to praise music and endured. There were some complications. One of which was I had a bad allergic reaction to a medication given to me by the second anesthetist. Miranda was the one who figured out which medication it was and helped me. Honestly, I have little memory of the two weeks I spent in Maryland and prefer to not dwell on them. My daughter Miranda carried me through the storm. She fought with faith at every turn and refused to let me go. Kevin, my parents, Mary, and Alan were there as well. Love surrounded me. Once, I was home I thought the worst was over. But, I was wrong. Night after night I woke up screaming for help in pain and found it very difficult to eat anything. I could swallow frozen ice drinks, but that was about it. I thought it was from the pain of the incision in the front of my neck and would simply heal with time; however, I was

Three months later, we were arriving at the hospital for the surgery; as we walked in I started to cry and get more and more nervous.

Leading up to the surgery, I looked various information on the surgery up and worked myself up into a nervous state. I kept thinking that something would go wrong and I would lose my Dad. I was mentally preparing for the worst, which is never a good thing to do. The surgery went well, and he is at home still recovering. Learning how to care for my dad was hard; lifting him up, getting him the things he needed, doing the work that he could not was extremely challenging for me and the rest of the family. Now I see why my dad was stressed out and working all the time, even with my mom helping there is a lot of work around the house to be done. He is six weeks into his recovery now, and I still have to make sure he is not pushing himself too hard. His surgery has taught me how to adjust to certain

I had my surgery that Friday after my last football game to cheer at, so my mom told me if I wanted to go that she could take me. I went and sat with the cheerleaders, and then after the cheerleaders and the football players went to McDonalds. Once we went home, we got some rest and had to wake up at 4:30 a.m. to get up there and ready for my surgery at 6:15am. When got in the room for my iv’s, I was a little scared but once they took me back for surgery I was

Have you ever had a strange feeling you shouldn't do something? I have, but nothing will compare to the time I had a feeling my mom shouldn’t do something. At 21 years old, my mom was in a terrible car accident, nearly leaving her without a foot. As a result, plates and screws were placed in her ankle; causing a lifetime of obstacles and an unimaginable deal of pain. As you finsish reading, you will understand why you should always trust your instinct.

My first surgery. On March 21th 2017 I had went to the hospital for very bad stomach pains that has been happening for 2 years now. No doctor have figured out what was wrong with me. So that day when I got to the hospital they did a whole lot of testing on me. They had kept me overnight to do more testing the next day. So on March 22nd 2017, They had found out from the testing that my intestines were twisted and needed surgery. On March 24th 2017 I had my very first surgery. I was so scared since it was my first surgery and of course my first one had to be an emergency surgery. When the doctors came in to tell me to say goodbyes because I was about to go back, my heart just started to race because I was scared that something was gonna happen to me and I

It was the day of the surgery, I was so nervous that I could have passed out at any moment from my anxiety. I felt sicker then I had in years, I would have thrown up if I had had any food to eat in the past twenty-four hours. When me and my family got to the hospital my anxiety went up another level and I was practically shaking, the smell of all the chemicals they use wasn’t helping my nausea any either. When I was in the room getting ready for surgery I was overwhelmed with what was about to happen so I ended up confiding in my mom that

My stomach was growling like crazy because I was not allowed to eat since 12 am that morning. Soon enough, I heard the nurse say “Jenna Ottman,” and my heart felt like it just might pound out of my chest. What if they can’t fix it, what if I wake up during surgery, what if I can’t play sports again? All these questions were rumbling through my mind as I blocked out all the words the doctor was saying to me. The three hour surgery seemed like a breeze to me because I was under sedation the entire time. However, when the anesthetic wore off that night, I was in a world of pain. I had to undergo one full week of bed rest. It consisted of lots of netflix, physical therapy, and visits from friends. I had a long road ahead of me, but every day got me closer to

Open heart surgery can be real painful on a family, just as it is to the person having it. My father had to undergo this procedure, and might have to undergo it again. This was a devasting time for my family and myself. This occurred almost two years ago.

RECOVERING AFTER BREAST IMPLANT SURGERY NEAR IRVINE Patients will experience some inflammation, bruising and discomfort. These symptoms usually subside several days after surgery. As each patient is unique, specific recovery times and limitations vary.

One of the most common conditions for patients undergoing cardiovascular surgery is anxiety. According to Twiss, Seaver, and

I had to be there at 5am for my surgery. I got there and checked in and waited for what seemed like eternity and they got all my information and then I finally got to go back to the room to sit and wait. I had to change in to a gown and they took my vitals and got me hooked up to an I.V. They got me hooked up and made me go pee. I had to wait for a couple of hours until it was time to go to the back. The nurses brought a wheelchair and I had to ride in it. I got back to the room where I was going to have my surgery. They laid me on the bed and gave me some medicine through my I.V. That is the last thing I

I am typing this essay to explain something about me and it's not much but overall I’m usually quiet and I didn’t really like to talk and I didn’t really have any friends, when I started high school, I didn’t know how to make friends and I never really was

The memory I have chosen took place during my 8th grade graduation. Contextually, 2 years previously, my 6th grade class watched the dress rehearsal of graduation for that year’s 8th grade, and one girl sang the song “Never Grow Up” by Taylor Swift. I started bawling on the spot. That song ignited this fear of growing up in me and it lasted for the remainder of my 7th and 8th grade years. I wanted to stay young and I feared loosing the perks of being a child. I loved my childhood and I wanted things to stay the same. I still occasionally have this fear, the fear of change. My middle school was very small and I formed a close sibling-like connection with every single person in my class. Our school was so unique and special and I cherish all the memories I formed there.

The day of the operation my muscles were tense and my body was suddenly filled with adrenaline. I knew from the start what I was getting into as my contract clearly stated.