My Life Of My Father 's Surgery

“If we had found it any later, he would have died,” my dad’s doctor told my mother; it took the hospital too long to realized that my dad’s appendix had ruptured. The hospital had kept misdiagnosing him, and they were now trying to convince my mom the hospital wasn’t at fault. At the time, I was only eleven years old, and I was too naïve to know what was going on. However, I could see that everyone in my family was stressed about my father’s surgery he just had and his condition. In the past few days my mother had only been home for an hour a day to take a shower and have a snack. I would see her hands tremble, the bags beneath her eyes grow increasingly dark, and the color in her face disappear like her appetite. She looked so fragile and stressed, and I had no idea why she was so upset. I honestly believed that my dad just needed to spend some time in the hospital. I hadn’t seen him since he was admitted into the hospital, but I knew that he was strong enough to battle any sickness. It was now Thanksgiving break and my sister and I only wanted to go visit our father. One day, my sister and I were finally able to go see him, and that’s when everything changed.

My sister, who had turned sixteen a few months before, drove us to the hospital in Davis. Little did I know that it would become a route that I would become very familiar with. I was filled with so much anticipation that the drive felt like two hours, even though it’s really only twenty minutes. As we pulled up to the hospital, I noticed a large gray cloud over the hospital. Everything seemed to be colder, and a depressing feeling washed over me. We stepped out of the car and I was instantly hit with a cold breeze. Wind blew through the bare trees, and we hurried into the ...

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... told “your dad is about to die.” However, my mom tells us now that she knew that my dad was dying, and she was scared that she was going to have to live without him. During the hospitalization, my sister and I only saw my dad motivated and trying to become stronger. However, now we know that there were times when he felt defeated and wanted to give up. He tells us that we were his reason to keep going, and I couldn’t be more proud to call him my dad. Now I see my dad’s hospitalization as a time when my family all worked together and overcame a huge obstacle. It has given me faith that my family can overcome any obstacle thrown at us. That Thanksgiving Day is truthfully my favorite memory. It was a day of hope and rejoice, and it made me see that I had so much to be thankful for. I am thankful that my dad got to live and will get to live a happy, appendix free life.