Mother’s first memories are holding their newborn.
That was not the case with me.
Put in a helicopter after birth, my mother became forlorn.
I was dying due to Persistent Pulmonary Hypertension, you see.
The first hospital could not help so into an ambulance I went.
Time was of the essence, my doctor knew.
Off to Boston Children’s Hospital I was sent.
I arrived in the middle of the night code blue.
Extra Corporal membrane oxygenation was my saving grace.
This was a risky surgery to save my life.
Now I was finally in the right place.
But, that was not the end of my strife.
Collapsed lungs and a brain bleed to endure.
Blood transfusions were needed until the fourth day.
My life was saved; they came up with a cure.
One carotid artery destroyed was what I had to pay.
Coming off morphine was extremely hard to do.
Learning to suck a bottle after four weeks was a feat.
My mother was always with me, steadfast and true.
My stay at the hospital was complete.
A hip deformity was caused by my surgery they found.
Another surgery performed put a screw in my hip.
Something goes wrong every time I turn around.
It’s time to get positive with a stiff upper lip.
I watched medical mysteries as a toddler instead of cartoons.
My passion to be in medicine constantly grew.
I played doctor and nurse throughout the afternoons.
Growing older I knew this is what I wanted to pursue.
Although I was awkward when I ran, I played AAU Basketball.
Not letting my hip disorder to define me and I was strong.
I was determined to conquer my aliment once and for all.
Made the All Star Basketball team and finally belong.
Sick lungs are no longer a burden anymore.
I decided to take classical vocal lessons and learn to sing.
My disease I could no longer lay the blame at one’s door.
My voice was powerful and quite the thing.
I volunteer at hospitals using my passion and my strengths.
Comforting and singing to children whom I adore.
To make a difference I will go to great lengths.
Hoping to imbue families to not let their illness define them anymore.
To the hospital that saved me I wanted to show my appreciation.
I organized a High School dance marathon, the first in the Northeast.
Sixteen thousand dollars was raised and given to them without contemplation.
I am a believer and an achiever, to say the least.
I became the President of Health Occupation Student Association.
At the convention in New Hampshire, I won first place in Prepared Speaking.
Taking two years of Health Occupation at high school laid down my foundation.
I plan to become a doctor, which is the career I am seeking.
To become a doctor, I need to apply for scholarships and win.
The reason is because my mother is permanently disabled.
Should I lose, I will be all right as I have developed thick skin.
Because becoming a doctor will not be tabled!
I never surrender to my fears, as I am a survivor.
To become the best I can be, I have striven.
Life is full of opportunities so I will endeavor.
I am fortunate and will live this life I have been given.
Despite the odds given me to live, I survived.
I have not as yet reached my pinnacle,
Yet I have gone out into this world and thrived.
I am and always will be a miracle.