My daughter had been a little chubby all of her life. She was normal; I mean really she had a normal body with a coupe of land handles. People never even said anything to her, so I never understood why it bothered her so much, she always looked great.
When Rachel turned 21, she decided to get a job and work for money to be able to pay off a liposuction surgery. I didn’t agree with it so I told her she could get a job and pay for it herself. That was exactly what she did.
I went with her to the doctor’s appointment, she was so excited, she did exactly what she was told and followed all rules. The day she was in for surgery, I prayed all day because I was told that liposuction is a very risky surgery. Sometimes the surgery could go wrong; I just wanted to make sure god was by her the whole time. Either way I was sure nothing would happen, she was a strong girl.
The day of surgery I was waiting in the waiting room, right outside. All of a sudden I saw nurses running in and out of the room. The Doctors were quickly being called into the room. I asked what was going on, but they wouldn’t tell me. They just told me to be patient. A Doctor came out and told me that if I wanted I could see what was going on, but that it might be hard for me. I went in at once to see, and right when I walked in I saw my daughter laying there, their was blood all over the room and the doctors had the defibrillator on her. Her heart was topping, and she wouldn’t stop bleeding. I couldn’t believe this, I just wanted to know what had gone wrong and the doctors just didn’t understand what had happened to her. After 20 minutes of them trying to get her back, she was gone. I just wanted them to keep trying to get her back, but they told me there was no hope.
The Doctors told me that they would let me now exactly when they knew what had gone wrong. After so many long hours that had come back to me to tell me that my daughter was taking dieting pills that were extremely strong, they had interfered with the whole surgery. She was told that she could not take anything that was not medicated by her sergeant before and during the surgery. I was so shocked. There was nothing I could do. I lost my daughter, my life. Everything from that moment on was gone in my life. My daughter lost her life, I lost my life.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
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These are wonderful pieces of writing, full of description, bursting with energy! I only think there's some confusion about what the blogs are. Take a look at some other blogs, like Serna's that you can find in the commentary part of our last homework assignment. I'll give you some time to make up the reading blog entries.
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