Chapter 3: With Hopes Too High
The next few weeks we all just hung out and I got to know Megan better. She
told me how she felt and I listened. She told me how hateful she was when
she first found out her liver was failing. Then she told me she found the
spirit of hope and her hope helped her find a purpose and courage.
Of course I did get close to her. But I refused to let my heart care for her too much. I didn't want to feel hurt if she suddenly died. She we had more of a brother sister relations ship than a boyfriend girl friend thing.
One day I got a call from Megan's parents saying they might have found a donor for her. I ran over to the hospital and took a seat between Takuya and Zoeie.
A few hours later a nurse came out of the operating room where Megan was. She talked to Megan's parents. After she went back into the room, Mrs. Long bursted into tears. Her husband held her close.
We went over as quickly as possible without running.
"What's wrong? Has something gone wrong with the operation?" I asked as we kneeled down to face Mrs. Long.
"There's not going to be a transplant. The other parents refuse to give up their daughter's liver."
Our high hopes plummeted.
She wouldn't get the transplant. I looked away. I was hoping this would be the day when Megan could live again.
The next morning I went to visit Megan at the hospital.
"Hi."
"Hi."
"I'm sorry you didn't get the liver you needed."
"Well, at least there's still hope that I could get another liver."
"Yeah"
"They put me on a gurney and brought me to an operating room. They did soo many tests I lost count. Then they gave me this foul-tasting drink. And this morning I woke up here. I found out I didn't get the operation as I changed out of the operation clothes. There were no stitches, there was just me skin."
"That' the worst way to find things out, you know on your own."
"You're telling me. At first I was absolutely livid. I was trapped in a room full of doctors and I couldn't do anything. There was no operation and when they do find me a liver I'll have to go through the same process," she sighed, "I'm sorry if I'm throwing a pity party for myself."
"You have every right to. What you went through sucks."
"You can say that again. Man I can't wait to get out of here. I'm soo hungry you have no idea."
"Did you eat breakfast?"
"No"
"Why not?"
"You should try eating hospital food. It's like chewing on cooked rubber made tires," she said making a face.
"It can't be that bad."
"Why don't you try it sometime?"
"Alright, like when?"
"Like now"
"Alright"
She pushed a button and a nurse came in. Megan ordered French toast. When the nurse came back I tried it. I tried to swallowed the sick-tasting food but it came straight back up.
Megan handed me a waist basket and I spat the remains of the so-called- French toast out of my mouth.
"Want some mouth wash?"
She handed me a plastic container filled with blue liquid and I rinsed my mouth out. She gave me a look saying too well 'I told you so.'
"You're right, it is like rubber. Want me to go out and buy you something to eat?" I asked, my mouth still filled with the horrible taste.
"That would be great."
I went out and brought her some decent tasting food.
"Thanks," Megan said before she sank her teeth into a waffle savoring the taste.
Well a few hours later she got out of the hospital. The rest of the week went fine. That is until.
Of course I did get close to her. But I refused to let my heart care for her too much. I didn't want to feel hurt if she suddenly died. She we had more of a brother sister relations ship than a boyfriend girl friend thing.
One day I got a call from Megan's parents saying they might have found a donor for her. I ran over to the hospital and took a seat between Takuya and Zoeie.
A few hours later a nurse came out of the operating room where Megan was. She talked to Megan's parents. After she went back into the room, Mrs. Long bursted into tears. Her husband held her close.
We went over as quickly as possible without running.
"What's wrong? Has something gone wrong with the operation?" I asked as we kneeled down to face Mrs. Long.
"There's not going to be a transplant. The other parents refuse to give up their daughter's liver."
Our high hopes plummeted.
She wouldn't get the transplant. I looked away. I was hoping this would be the day when Megan could live again.
The next morning I went to visit Megan at the hospital.
"Hi."
"Hi."
"I'm sorry you didn't get the liver you needed."
"Well, at least there's still hope that I could get another liver."
"Yeah"
"They put me on a gurney and brought me to an operating room. They did soo many tests I lost count. Then they gave me this foul-tasting drink. And this morning I woke up here. I found out I didn't get the operation as I changed out of the operation clothes. There were no stitches, there was just me skin."
"That' the worst way to find things out, you know on your own."
"You're telling me. At first I was absolutely livid. I was trapped in a room full of doctors and I couldn't do anything. There was no operation and when they do find me a liver I'll have to go through the same process," she sighed, "I'm sorry if I'm throwing a pity party for myself."
"You have every right to. What you went through sucks."
"You can say that again. Man I can't wait to get out of here. I'm soo hungry you have no idea."
"Did you eat breakfast?"
"No"
"Why not?"
"You should try eating hospital food. It's like chewing on cooked rubber made tires," she said making a face.
"It can't be that bad."
"Why don't you try it sometime?"
"Alright, like when?"
"Like now"
"Alright"
She pushed a button and a nurse came in. Megan ordered French toast. When the nurse came back I tried it. I tried to swallowed the sick-tasting food but it came straight back up.
Megan handed me a waist basket and I spat the remains of the so-called- French toast out of my mouth.
"Want some mouth wash?"
She handed me a plastic container filled with blue liquid and I rinsed my mouth out. She gave me a look saying too well 'I told you so.'
"You're right, it is like rubber. Want me to go out and buy you something to eat?" I asked, my mouth still filled with the horrible taste.
"That would be great."
I went out and brought her some decent tasting food.
"Thanks," Megan said before she sank her teeth into a waffle savoring the taste.
Well a few hours later she got out of the hospital. The rest of the week went fine. That is until.
