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"SSC3 (NF) Fear"
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08-08-03, 07:59 PM (EST)
 
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"SSC3 (NF) Fear" |
Fear is wanting to know why, but no one will tell you. It can be hearing your child screaming and not be able to comfort her. Or wondering when or will it happen again.
The first few days of 1976 are kind of a blur to me. But what I do remember will stay with me forever.
I vaguely remember the drive to the Mayo Clinic in Rochester. (I remember the drive back more; it was the only time in my life that I was ever carsick.) I vaguely remember the hotel room they we stayed in the first night before I had to check in.
I remember the meeting with the Dr that would perform the surgery. He showed Mom, Dad and I pictures of a heart and explained what would happen during the surgery. I was only five so I didn’t understand much of what he said, but I tried to understand. As a “why” child I wanted to know why this and why that.
I remember sitting in the wheelchair and being taken from my hospital room down to have a test done. The room looked like a normal examination room except the bed looked a little different. It had pieces of fabric hanging from it. The nurse helped me up on the bed, then to my horror she strapped me down to the bed; she strapped me in so tightly I couldn’t move a muscle. (I now know what the pieces of fabric were for.) I start to panic, the nurse just patted my arm and tells me to relax, it’ll be over quick. When the Dr enters I ask him what’s happening, he also just pats my arm and tells me to lie still and relax. He then turns to a table and when he turns back towards me he’s holding THE biggest, longest needle I have ever seen! If I had any doubt before I now definitely know what the pieces of fabric were for. I begin to scream and become even more agitated by the fact that I’m strapped down and can not escape. I remember the glint off the needle as the Dr held it over me and prepared to insert it in my upper thigh/groin region. I still have the scar there.
The rest of my stay at Mayo is more a blur, I remember willing myself to go to sleep as they push my bed down to the operating room. Waking up to my Mom crying over me. The presents and cards that family and friends sent me. Visiting some of the other kids that were there. Then being told I could go home.
I learned later that Mom and Dad could hear me screaming during the tissue sample ordeal. Mom tried to come into the room but the nurses wouldn’t let her. Also learned Mom was crying over me when I woke up because all the tubes I had all over me had scared her. I’m a grown woman now, with a child of my own and I still freeze and get agitated when a nurse or a Dr starts towards me with a needle. I’ve overcome most of my fears of hospitals and Drs……but the fear that my heart will give me trouble never fades
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08-17-03, 01:28 PM (EST)
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This is chilling, Breezy. What you went through is every parent's nightmare. Looking at your ordeal through your child's eyes is very moving. Thanks for sharing your wonderful story with us, hon. {{hugs}} 
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