I was lying in the bed that had crisp, white sheets and fluffy pillows, just waiting for the doctor to come and check on me. The room smells like it was drowned in medicine. When I stare off into space I feel like I’m somewhere else, but I still could see water flowing down my mom’s and grandma’s cheeks, which gripped my heart with pain until it nearly stopped beating. I heard loud annoying sound that went “beep beep beep” every time I stared without blinking. Why did I stare? It’s because I had epilepsy. This is stated in the past tense because I believe anybody that is diagnosed with something can overcome anything with determination and hope.
I woke up with fear and fright and it was pitch black outside. I was under the covers, yet I was shaking. I started to think why am I shaking if it feels like spring in my room. My head felt like it was light on fire. I carefully glide stepped down the stairs and holding the railing so I wouldn’t fall. No matter what I did I couldn’t stop shaking. I saw a bright shinning light coming from the living room. It was my dad watching T.V. My dad saw me shaking and he uneasily asked why was I shaking. I answered with a stutter “I don’t know.” He let me get into his warm, soft covers. My dad dialed my mom number to tell her that I was shaking. My mom rushed home to find out was wrong. She found out that I was having a seizure.
We power walked to the car to get me to the hospital. I fell asleep and when I woke up we were there. Wires were plugged on me, so I asked with confusion “ where am I?” My mom answered with stress “ at the hospital sweetie.” I didn’t shake anymore, but I’m still thinking it’s because the all the wires that were plugged on me. Or was it because they stuck a needle in my arm. I just laid in the crisp, white sheets until the doctor came in. As soon as the doctor came in she had a long, boring conversation with my mom. I didn’t really listen to a word they said. I just thought about what happened that night. I kept wondering when is this going to end so I wont have it anymore. When I was thinking the doctor asked me a question. I had no idea what she said so I nodded. The doctor said “thanks for your time Mrs. Holliday and I’ll be back to check up on Danasia.”
My sister and brother, Khrist’l and Christopher, raced into the room where all the toys were. They played for a while, but I couldn’t. “I’m sorry sweetie you can’t play with them” my mom said sincerely. I was really upset about that, so I went back to my hospital room. I stayed there for a few days missing school, but I guess it was worth it because I know some people wouldn’t want anything to happen to me.
I believe that people that been diagnosed with something can overcome what they have. Till this day I haven’t had epilepsy in 4yrs. Anybody can overcome a diagnose with determination, hope, and faith.
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