One of the first memories that I have of my heart surgeries was when one of my doctors had paid a visit to me in my room the night before my 2nd operation. It was later in the evening, so my parents had already went to the hotel to get some sleep and Dr. King came in to listen to my heart and listen for the leak that they were going to repair. I was only 5, so I was a little scared to be seen by a doctor without my parents being there, but once we started with the examination that all went away. Rather than start out by listening to my heart he gave his stethascope to me and let me listen to his heart as a way to break the ice between us. One of the nurses had taken a photograph of that moment which later became one of the posters for Children's Hospital in Seattle.
Another memory that I have which is not so easy to forget is when some of the phlembologist's came in to draw blood. This was the day that I would never fear needle's again. I had just came back to my room after doing some routine x-rays and echocardiogram when I noticed that the food staff had brought me a tray of dinner. Just about them 5 phlembologist's walk in and tell me that they need to take some blood. At that time all of them started to draw vials of blood from every area on my body. They must have poked me at least 40 different times, and after that I wasn't too hungery anymore.
These are just a few of my first memories that I have when first starting my journey with heart surgery. More memories to come later. Until next time.