Eassy #1

 Dustin Koehler

8/06/10

English 101                                                               

                                                                                                                

Bad News

It was the night before I started high school, my dad was sitting on the lazy boy chair, and my brother and I were sitting on the couch watching TV. Like any other night, my mom was in the kitchen preparing our favorite pasta for dinner. She approached my dad and with these exact words she said, “Should I tell them”. Within a split second my tempter increased, my cheeks went numb, and my stomach hit the floor like a sledgehammer. My brother and I meet eyes; we both knew the worst was yet to come. Holding back her tears, my mom explained to us in her most comforting voice, that everything was going to be okay.  She proceeded to tell us that during her resent sinus surgery the doctor found a tiny non-cancerous tumor, in the front of her skull. Nor my brother or I could manage to mutter a word.

            “Wake up! Wake up! My mom shook me, till I couldn’t bear to keep my eyes closed. Hoping this day would never come; my mom, brother and I went to Loma Linda University Hospital. That is where we were going to meet Dr. Kim (the brain surgeon).  The whole way there I asked her hundreds of questions. I felt that if she knew we understood what was going on it would be less stress on her. Yet I knew no matter what we said she was more nervous then I could ever imagine. I kept strong knowing my brother was looking at me for comport.         

            Once we walked in the office my mom and I meet Dr. Kim. I never imagined a male doctor to be five foot tall. Although he was a little guy, he was the most professional person I had ever met. He had a CT scan of my mom’s skull. Showing us the tumor, he explained in detail the procedure; maybe a little too much in to detail. He told us that my mom was going to have an incision from ear to ear over the top of her skull. My first reaction was to face my mom. She busted out in tears, and at that moment we both had heard enough. I decided to leave the office to regain some sense. A nurse handed me a glass of water and a lollipop to calm my nerves. She escorted me over to a video game, but I wasn’t in any mood to be entertained.       

            About ten minutes later Dr. Kim and my mom came out of the patient’s room, it seemed as if it took hours for them to finish. As my mom stood outside the room with a hand full of soggy tissues she rubbed her already blood shot eyes. As the two of them stood there:

Dr. Kim said, “You know Dustin, I have done this exact procedure many times before, I am a trained professional and your mom will be just fine, but you got to promise me you will help take care of your mother.”

          I didn’t say much the whole time as the doctor was talking to me, I just sat there and watched my mom out of the corner of my eye rub her eyes till she could see no longer. Once the doctor finished talking to me, I stood up drank the last of my water, broke the candy off of the stick of the lolly-pop, grabbed my mom’s hand said good bye to the doctor and nurses and we walked out of the office. On the way to the car there were not very many words said between my mother and I but once we got in the car we both blew our noses and started on our way home.

            Once we got home from that long torturous ride; that I slept the whole way through. My dad met us at the car as soon as we pulled in to the driveway, he could tell by the looks on our faces that we were in no mood to talk about what happened. I went straight in to my room and went to bed. I woke up later that night to my parents down stairs discussing what the doctor had told us earlier that day. I snuck back up stairs to my room and hoped they didn’t see me.

           Three days later it was the day my mom was going in to surgery. My brother was at school and my dad and I just dropped my mom off at the hospital in Loma Linda. The procedure wasn’t going to start for three hours so my dad and I had a little time to waste before we had to go sit in the waiting room for hours. The doctor had told us about this good Chinese restaurant down the street so we thought we would go try it since we had time to waste. As much as I was hungry my stomach was spinning like a whirl pool in side so I did not eat very much. After we finished eating we went back to the hospital room where my mom was laying down. The doctors had already gave her, her Anastasia so she was very tired, so she could barley Talk. My dad and I were sitting there in the room with my mom and Dr. Kim and his nurses walked in to the room and said “It’s time guys.” My dad and I got up and walked in to the waiting room. I sat there on these big cozy couches and tried to take a nap but the older lady sitting next to me was watching Opera and she had the television as loud as it would go, so there was no chance of me getting any rest time.

            As I finally started to dose off I saw a shadow appear in front of me, between the cracks in my eyelids.

“Everything went just fine Mr. Koehler,” as Dr. Kim expressed to my dad.

“Can we go in and see her yet?” I asked very excitedly.

“Not just yet Dustin, she is getting transported to another room, but as soon as she gets there I will come out and let you know.”

“Thank you Dr.” I expressed with a smile.

Three trips to the restroom and two trips to the vending machine later Dr. Kim came out and told me I could go see my mom. I jumped up with excitement and followed my dad and Dr. Kim down the hall and into the room. My mom was laying in the bed still hooked up to the ivy and still asleep. The doctor told my dad and I she would be asleep for a while. My dad and I sat in the chairs next to my mom's bed for two hours and she finally opened her eyes. She looked over at my dad and I as we got up to give her hugs. After we talked for a little bit and fed her Ice cubes my dad and I left on our way home because my mom had 2 stay there for two more days.

            Those two days went by very slowly, it was very quiet without my mom at our house. We were not used to not having my mom around the house. After we picked my mom up and took her home we took care of her for a couple of weeks. Finally after two long weeks of running food and drinks up and down the stairs my mom was back to normal and on her feet.