Through a small cracked open eye, I peeked at the door. Dad entered the hospital room. “Finally someone to save me from this terrible thirst!” I thought to myself. I motioned towards the water bottle with a nimble finger and managed to make a grumble. Dad quickly grabbed up the bottle for me, unscrewed the cap, and carefully placed it to my dry lips. I quickly sipped the refreshing water down. It felt as if an icy Alaskan river flowed down my throat. “You must’ve been thirsty!” proclaimed Dad, as I finished off the rest of the bottle. I replied with a slight grin. I was too sleepy to talk.
A little while later my doctor, Dr. Joseph Bovari of Atlanta, came in the room. He explained to me and my parents that surgery had went well, with no complications. However, he told us that he did have to remove my appendix due to the mass growing into it, and also the majority of my ovary.
I stayed at the hospital for a long, boring week. My favorite time of the day was when my “friend”, the physical therapist nurse with long dread locks and a thick Jamaican accent, would come get me to go walking. He would walk with me up and down the hallways, making sure I didn’t fall. I walked hunched over, with my walker like a grandma for the first few days. Each day I got better and better at walking, and was able to go further and further. I’ll never forget that