Old Wives's Tale

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The impossible Old wives tales were just that, old wives tales or so I thought: my world was about to be turned up side down. I was a successful neurosurgeon based in Hammad Hospital in Doha, my life was based on life or death situations: where error was not a possibility. I always new just what I was to do and how to do it, like a conductor flawlessly conducting a symphony, so did I operate on the most delicate organ the human brain. My inspiration was my grand mother; my eyes just start filling with heart felt tears when I think of this miraculous woman: she’s the reason for my success. She was a simple woman who always knew just what to say at the right time. I remember one piece of advice she gave me just as I begun on the strenuous …show more content…

The tumor was a “Brain Stem Glioma” (Surgery is not an option, because the brain stem controls vital life functions and can easily be damaged”. I saw the hopelessness in her eyes and thought about the story my grandmother told me. I had to put hope back into this sweet little angel’s eyes. She laid there asleep on the cold slab in the operating room that smelled of a strong disinfectant chemical that pierced the nose and overwhelmed one’s sense of smell. The brain stem laid exposed; as I already separated her scull, Meninges (three membranes that envelop the brain and spinal cord). There was no turning back as I plunged the small microscope and surgical through the pink cushiony material of her brain. I saw it, the evil spirit; the Brain Stem Glioma, causing this girl to wither away just like the villagers in the story. I gently positioned my hand on the controls of the scalpel, one wrong movement of my hand and this girls life would end abruptly. I needed to conduct this blade as the orchestra master conducted his symphony; with precession. I took a deep breath, looking at the nurse before making my unchangeable move: “Ready nurse”, I said in a confident, yet shaky voice. “Ready doctor”, she replied. With a pinch of my thumb and index finger within the tight rubber gloves, I sliced the tumor and flawlessly removed the evil spirit from the little angels’ brain. She made a full recovery and hope started returning within her beautiful, blueberry bedazzling eyes. I saved her just like Umniya saved her

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