Almost a Loss, Isn't a Loss

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This is a paper I had to write for my English class and one that is dear to my heart.

Submitted: December 06, 2011

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Almost a Loss, Isn’t a Loss

“Hurry, she is deteriorating fast.  You have to be here to tell her goodbye.”  Those were the words I heard from thirty miles away, while my sister Shelly lay in the hospital getting ready to take her final breath. My body filled with a hot feeling that was accompanied by a sheer feeling of fear.  My palms were sweating and my heart raced as I drove to the hospital.  I continually looked down at my speedometer to make sure I was not going too fast.  I could not waste a second of my time by being pulled over.

Once I got to the hospital, I could not find a parking spot to save my life. I finally did and then I ran through the sky bridge and towards the elevator, my legs stretching further than they ever had before.  My eyes were welling up with tears and I could hardly breathe.  As I approached the elevator, I saw my other sister Beth, standing alone, lost and confused. My heart dropped.

I had no idea that my niece was in the bathroom and that is why Beth was standing there looking confused.  I asked her how Shelly was, as she responded, I was unable to understand her. My sister Shelly’s daughter came out of the bathroom sobbing uncontrollably.  She and I have been best friends all of our lives.  As soon as she saw me, she fell to the floor.  I took ahold of her she was sweating and shaking; I looked into her lost eyes and told her that everything would be okay.  I knew this would not be the case if her mother passed away, at least not initially.

As we walked into the room, a team of doctors and nurses were working on Shelly.  She was still conscience but unaware of what was going on.  Her body appeared almost lifeless. Her color was blue gray, from lack of oxygen. The doctors told us that once she went on the artificial breathing machine she would never be able to come off, and she would be placed into an induced coma.  This sent a shock wave of anger through my body.

Her hands were cold as ice and her temperature had risen to almost 105 degrees Fahrenheit. We all held onto her praying for a miracle and for God to bring her back to us and for a complete healing.  As we finished the prayer, the transport team was ready to take her away.

Her trip down to the ICU was a long one, but in reality, it only took two minutes.  We sat in the waiting room waiting for information from the nurses about what was going on.  Finally, I went and rang the nurses’ station and asked them for an update.  They had forgotten all about us.  I was enraged to say the least. I felt my face get red as if I was going to burst.

A nurse came by the waiting room, smiling and laughing with her friends.  I wondered why she didn’t share our urgency.  She knew what we were waiting for.  She came in and told us we could go in two at a time and “the patient is stable”.  Overwhelmed with joy and relief I blurted out, “She has a name, and it is Shelly, she is not just some patient she is a mother, daughter, sister and aunt among many other things.”The nurse’s eyes expanded to the size of a half dollar.  She looked at our family and apologized for being so cold hearted in this situation. I felt bad for yelling at her.  She didn’t deserve my anger.  She must have thought I was a complete lunatic.

I went into my sister’s room and saw her laying there. She appeared much happier than she was just a little while before.  She was smiling and had on an oxygen mask rather than the forced oxygen.She was able to talk and her temperature had dropped.  I praised God for bringing her through.  I gave her a kiss and told her I loved her.  I will never forget the wonderful day that my sister was brought back from her death bed to be with us.  She still has many health problems and could fail at any time, but at least I have had her back for another seven months.


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