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scared heart pain

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Hello fellow steemians, hope we are all doing great, am very happy exploring steem and joining new community. Am grateful to @wase1234 for her invitation in partaking in this contest. Looking at the theme made me reflect on an incident in the passed that almost scared me to death. Watching my late father died at age 3 wasn't traumatizing then but it printed a negative picture in my mind that when ever i see someone even just sleeping on his/her back, straight, i woke them up immediately, this was the trauma i went through growing up as a child. The incident am about writing was concerning my mother's surgery.

My mother's surgery

This incident happened about 12 years ago, with the previous trauma, i really didn't like going to a hospital. My mom was sick and had been going to the hospital. On this faithful day, she asked me and my aunt to accompany her, which we did, after some adult talk, she walked herself into the theater (normally breaching the protocol to avoid penetrating fear in me). The word "theatre" didn't really move me though i asked but i was told its like a laboratory, so i was calmed as she had entered other laboratory and came out.

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a scenario of surgery

After some hours i became very worried and nervous and started asking questions, " why is this one taking so long?" Why is everywhere quite ? , what's going on?. All the answers i could get was that my mom will bo ok and out soonest, i was no longer comfortable, sitting nor calmed for the rest of the time.
After about 1hour more, the door was opened, all i could see were people in green, masked etc stretching myself but i couldn't see my mom standing or sitting.

Suddenly a strectcher was pulled out!! God!!! Mom!!! I screamed but no response from her, she was lying helpless just like the scenario of my late father, covered, dead???!!!, dead???!!! dead?!!! Was all i uttered in a question form, i couldn't make a complete sentence.
The stretcher by passed me without anyone uttering a word, words failed me, hot tears dripped down, i felt my pulse stopped, my body weak, my legs couldn't sustain me,almost at the verge of collapsing when my aunt grabbed me, caught in between my subconscious and conciousness, i could hear a voice calling out my pet name though not loud, i could immediately recognize the voice and this gave me an extra strength. I was revived within seconds and ran towards the direction of the voice, it was my mom.

By then those pulling the stretcher had pulse due to the scenario. My mom though under anesthesia was calling my name all through, at that point i knew my mom was alive and that was all that matters, i watched her closely for about 4 hours without letting a glimpse off site.

When she finally recovered the whole process was explained to me, she had hernia and need surgery but never wanted me to be worried. After some days we were discharged and she was doing just fine, i was grateful to God and was thankful to the medical personnel for saving my mother's life. From that incident, i felt in love with the medical profession.
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