Personal Narrative Essay: My Experience In My Life

On a rainy day on March 30th, the year of 2000, at 11:50 in the Memorial Hospital in Modesto, California, I, Allison Oudomphanh, now sixteen years old,was born to two loving Laotian parents and a sister. My family and I currently live in Ceres, in a small home that barely fits our family, since my mother, recently, gave birth to a little one. I go to Ceres High School and enjoy learning new ideas every day; although I am not much of an early riser. Some people would describe me as being shy, which is true. However, if I am comfortable around a person or people, like my family, I am quite loud and quirky. My life is like a movie plot, there are unhappy scenes, exciting scenes, dull scenes, mainly joyful scenes, and even some plot twists along

First, my mother giving birth, then this. Early June, I paid a visit to the doctors, where she suggested I get an MRI due to a lump in my stomach that caused a lot of unknown pain since the sixth grade. After getting many blood tests and doing the MRI, I got scary results. I found out I had a tumor in one of my ovaries. Being shocked from the news, it did not stop me from doing anything I loved. My parents were stressed and I felt guilty. After consulting with a surgeon, we had to figure out the surgery date. We kept on postponing the date because we kept on going to other surgeons in the area to see the best. Finally, the surgery date was set in November. The surgeon we chose told me the tumor can be cancerous and they would know during the surgery if it was. He also told me that the tumor was the size of a cantaloupe! I was afraid, but I think my parents were more afraid. After staying in the hospital for three gruesome days. I finally got to go home. I had about a month to recover, then I went back to school and lived my life normally once again. Those were the dreadful days of living in a

I do not have a dream college like most people do. I will go to Stanislaus State to complete my general education, then I will figure it out from there. Right now I want to be a dental hygienist, but who knows if I will change. Ten years may seem a long way, but it will feel like it is peeping around the corner ready to attack. Ten years seems a bit nerve-racking to me. I hope to do something that I will enjoy doing, like perhaps being a dental hygienist. I do not want to live out of California, I want to stay really close to my family. Who knows what may happen in five or ten years, but I know it probably will not be as fearful as I imagine it to