My mom came running out on the phone. The people on the phone told her to elevate my legs and to wrap them up in towels right away. I started to go into shock. I just kept thinking to myself please don’t let me die I don’t want to die. I was very scared. When the Ambulance finally arrived they cut all my clothes off and cut cardboard boxes in half and started to tie that under my legs. They lifted me up on a wheeling bed and into the ambulance I wet.
My dad road in the ambulance with me and my mom drove the car. There was no hospital in the town I lived in so they took me to the closes hospital they could. On the way to the hospital they had to pick up a doctor. We got to the hospital and they prepared me for the helicopter ride to Rochester. I was in the helicopter on the way to Rochester’s hospital. In the helicopter they talked to me for awhile and then they told me that they had to put me to sleep.
The doctors couldn’t put my right leg back together again. I lost my right leg that terrible day but not only that they also had to put two screws in my left knee.I was very scared and confused. At first I didn’t understand what was going on. I did not cry and I did not tell others how I felt. I awoke in in the hospital in severe pain. I started to look down at my legs and all I could see was white bandages covering both my legs. I didn’t know yet what all had happened to me. One thing that I realized before anyone could tell me was that one of my legs was shorter than the other. Finally I was told what had happen. I couldn’t believe what my ears were hearing.
I was scared that I would never be able to walk again. I was afraid of what people would think of me. I was afraid of being different. I didn’t want people to feel sorry for me. I was worried that I would lose my friends that they wouldn’t like me anymore because I would be different to them. When I was being released from the hospital a guy came to see me his name was Brandon he told me that if I wanted I could get a prosthetic leg. He told me what would happen and how it would work and I agreed to get a prosthetic leg.
The day came when I was ready to be fitted for a prosthetic leg. My hands were shaking and sweaty.
My face was red like a tomato. But as I went through all the steps for this leg it got better and better.