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Number Two
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This was my Second surgery at the age of 11. I got a physical for school with Dr. Bell. He has since retired. The Hospital I went to, was very new at that time, but has since expanded and has several location sites throughout the Dallas/Ft. Worth Metroplex area. It is the Presbyterian Hospital of Dallas. When I went there, there was only one hospital, the "Presbyterian Hospital". Times are a changing!~ I will keep my surgeon's name to initials because he is not retired. The nurse that was on my floor no longer works there anymore as of 4 years ago. I checked.
The Second Surgery I remember quite well. I was only 11 yrs old. Dr. Bell found a lump in my neck. I had to swallow HUGE pills and have a picture taken! Dr. Bell & radiologist said, "Tumor,BIG, on thyroid, needs to come out!" (Little did I know,Daddy had Thyroid Cancer too!) We go to Presbyterian Hosp., the first of many more visits to come. Dr. L does my surgery. I am totally fascinated in the Operating Room!(OR) It takes me a LONG time to go to sleep! I wake up, my throat hurts, and am scared. I want water but cannot have any. Momma stays with me and gives me ice chips and puts a cold cloth on my forhead when I get a fever. Thank you, Momma. I was youngest on floor, got balloons from everyone, Many visitors to brighten my Day! After 5 days I get to go home, and get more attention there. They say the scar will disappear in 10 years,-not so! It has been 23 years and I still have the scar! I have to take thyroid pills everyday! It is a life I would rather not have. The attention was not worth it. You should see the rest of my body! Most of this was written back in May of 1988 by myself, Rebecca (Becca) Estelle Henry. I have added some things today so I am calling it to be updated as of today. Updated on November 12,2004 at 5:41am CST, All rights reserved by Becca E Henry

Reviewed by Marie Wadsworth

Reviewed on November 15, 2004

A nice reflection. I like these autobiographical writes. Perhaps you should write a book about your experiences. This shows how you don't let any challenge beat you.

Reviewed by Peter Paton

Reviewed on November 13, 2004

You have great courage and will Becca...
Love
Peter

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on November 12, 2004

And you survived; and still continue to carry on! Courage, that is you, Rebecca! Stay strong!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Burleson, Karen Lynn. :D

Reviewed by Tyrone Banks (Reader)

This poem will most certainly strike a nerve with other children experiencing this reality. Thank you for sharing and God Bless,

Tyrone

Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)

I take thyroid medication and was fortunate that I did not have to have surgery. But the other part of me is cut from my yahoo to my aol. Anyway you look at it surgery is traumatic. I trust you doin well.

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)

Many children are traumatized by such situations, it's good you can write about it.

Reviewed by Jeff Mason

Thanks for sharing this, Becca. This gives a number of insights into you. -- Jeff

Reviewed by Rebekah Rosie Lang

Sandie and others,
Please realize I am not asking for pity or sympathy. These poems I wrote were an expression of how to get feelings out of all the trauma I had endured as a child. I have several more poems together to put in, later on today. Thank you so much for your comment, Sandie!
Love ya!
Becca

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel)

Hi Becca:

What an experience! I feel sad for you. Continue to take care of yourself. May God bless you!

Sandie May Angel :o(