1.My eyes opened and I looked around the room to see my parents and a nurse. Everything was a blur or mix of colors swirling around the room, trying to communicate with me. All of me felt different, from head to toe. The sensation around me felt like I haven’t been conscious for months, but it was just a mere six hours of torment from needles, cutting, and repairing. I lay there, taking none of the pain in at all, for the medicine and drugs washed away my pain. I truly started to realise what had taken place, and I slowly picked up my hand and gasped as I saw IV’s going into both sides of both of my hands. Not only this, but the pain slowly started to seep through the cracks as I remembered where I am. My back, my back, my back, my back, I thought as I winced in pain. Completely cut open, with only stitches holding my spine together from letting blood and organs from leaking out, I understood at this single moment how hard the next 3 months of recovery would be. The recent warmth turned into a fiery heat all around my body and at this time, the thought of even sitting up felt impossible to me. An overwhelming sadness and a sense of unfairness crashed on me as I thought about how I’m the child with all the problems physically, and why do I need to be the one going through this never ending pain, which only lasted for the past 15 seconds. Although the pain was immense, at least all of the stress and build up for this procedure seemed to go away from me and my family, but dreadful recovery had just begun.