Personal Narrative: My Brother's Surgery

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Lying there with his eyes closed, he wasn't able to move or speak because of that horrendous intubation tube down his trachea, but I knew it was helping him stay alive. His hands were tied to the hospital bed, he was connected to so many machines and wires, and I knew he was suffering. I walked into the room, grabbed his hand and told him I loved him and he squeezed my hand.
My older brother broke his femur on June 6th, 2017. I went to visit him that same day and he was screaming in pain. A few days after his surgery everything went downhill. My brother couldn’t breathe on his own and the doctors didn’t know why. Suddenly one day he stopped breathing and his heart had stopped, he was gone. My dad ran out the room yelling for a doctor or a nurse …show more content…

Next was another surgery and then his recovery. During my brother’s time in the hospital, my dad and I stayed with him and I took care of him. I’d suction out the saliva from his mouth, helped him write on his whiteboard, swabbed his mouth with a bit of water whenever his mouth felt dry, placed a cold towel on his head and ice packs around him, fanned him when he got hot, and I’d get bath towelettes and clean him. I did so many other things for him because I wanted to assist him.
I’ve always helped others around me, but this experience taught me how to really care for others and how to be attentive to my surroundings. While we were staying at the hospital, I learned so much about health and medicine because I asked several questions and was observing everything the doctors and nurses did. I also met other families who had a loved one in the ICU. I made real personal connections and was able to express my thoughts and feelings to strangers, listen to others, and help them get through these tough times. This also taught me how to value life, family, and to tell the people around me I love them and how they are a huge part of my life. I struggle with expressing my feelings and telling people I love them. I had never told my brother I loved him till this happened, and I didn’t know if it would be the last time I’d be able to tell

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