The pain
One year ago, I passed out and went to a doctor who said I had a tumor. A few weeks later, I felt a headache and pain in my hands, so I went to a new doctor and he laughed and said I didn't have a tumor and surgery wouldn't help. I didn't accept that and went to another doctor who said I should have surgery because if I didn't, I would die in a few weeks. Surgery would ensure a 20% chance to survive. When I went back home, I stayed in my room the whole night and thought about the people I loved. If these were going to be my last days, thinking of them made me decide to fight with all my whole power and choose to live. I knew how to handle the pain from hard times in my childhood.
Surgery that saved my life
I found another doctor who was the best in my country. He said the same words and introduced me to another doctor in my city. I went to that doctor immediately and found he was my reason for hope. God gave me a way to find the best person for this surgery; he said their words but also said: "you can fight and pass these hard times with this power." Everyone in the hospital told him not to perform surgery on me, but he and his team gave me hope and constantly asked me to stay strong. "We need your power," I promised them that I would use all my power. My surgery was about 5 hours. I remember the moments before the surgery someone came to my doctor and said don't do this, she won't stay alive....but we didn't care. I recovered in 45 min, no one believed this and they brought me to the ICU where I had to use a ventilator to breathe and I couldn't talk or eat. I just spoke with my eyes and hands. The first day my doctor came to me and looked at my eyes and held my hands and said " thanks for fighting and only you could do this. Your surgery was so hard and dangerous but I did it in the best way." I could see his worry about me as though I was part of his family. He called ICU every couple hours to check up on me.
Recovering from surgery
The moment I'm writing this, I'm recovering from surgery and thinking about my time in the hospital and the people who stayed with me even they were so far. I found out who really loved me and who didn't. I fight so hard to get better even if the universe says I can't recover. I fight for my self and the people I love. Their words, hopes, and love will be in mind forever. I did it because God is with me because I am a part of God. I'm so glad that I didn't give up. Everyone has the power to fight and win because we are a part of big power. This pain taught me to live and be happy, although I was happy, I should be happier and do whatever I didn't do and go for my goals in my life that I fight for. 🤘🏻
