In this blog I will be composing a present scene with the help from these texts, What is Creative Nonfiction? by Lee Gutkind and My Name is Margaret by Maya Angelou.
I was at Children’s Hospital of Philadelphia in a large and MRI machine getting a scan of my abdominal area. I had to drink this thick, chalky, and white formula the doctor mixed up for me. It was some special stuff to “light up my intestines”. At this point I had been sick for 2 years, so getting a bunch of test done was normal now. After the machine completed the scan the doctor said I could go home and they would get the results in a few hours. As I sat in the passenger seat of mother’s car I had no clue this would be the worst day of my life. When I got home all I wanted to do was lay down and rest. I had no energy to do anything else but that. I walked into my bedroom and I heard my mom’s cell phone ring. She continued to walk into her bedroom and all I could heard was her voice as I laid down. “You want us to come back now?” Her voice had a more serious tone than it usually has. My mom walked into my bedroom and said, “Pack up a few outfits in your overnight night bag” “Where are we going?” I asked in a very confused and concerned voice. She looked over at me with worried eyes, “We have a spend a couple days in the hospital. You should be out in no time”. I was used to going to the hospital a lot because I am basically a medical mystery, but I have never stayed in the hospital. I had a rush of emotions. I thought “maybe this is a good thing so I can finally know what is wrong with me. On the other hand, I felt very afraid because I am only twelve and I am getting admitted into the hospital. We arrived at the hospital an hour later. As I walked into the hospital it was very cold. We were told to go to the emergency room so I could be admitted in. Of course, just like any hospital it took hours. I laid on the hospital bed and cried most of the time. My mom tried the cheer me up by getting me to listen to music or watch the Food Network on the hospital TV, but nothing could make me happy. It was scary for me, and even though my mom was there with me every step of the way I still felt alone. A very slender male doctor walked into the room. “We have taken a look into your scan and we had noticed that your condition is more serious than we thought. My other colleagues are very impressed that you were eating food as well as you are.” He said and smiled in my direction. I knew this would be the hardest journey for me.
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Sabatino
9/18/2018 02:39:59 pm
Thank you for sharing such a personal moment from your life. This line intrigued me:
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