Personal Narrative: A Day At Memorial Willows Hospital

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Don’t say a word. If you’re not needed in the operating room at this very moment kindly get out. These were the words of surgeon, Dr. Kasiak as he took a ticking time bomb out of a man’s heart. I’m Skylar Ellis, a current third year resident at Memorial Willows Hospital in New York City. When I was six years old, my father was shot dead in the grocery store at point blank range. He fell face first onto the hard, cold floor as I screamed for help. He was transported to Memorial Willow Hospital where I managed to sneak into the O.R. observation room to watch him be operated on. I watched the line on the monitor form into a straight line, and my heart sunk deeper than the floor of the Earth. The moment I lost a piece of my heart is a moment that is engraved in my identity until I die. When my dad died, I was placed into foster care due to my mother running away. Overall, I lived in 16 homes and found myself constantly in trouble. It wasn’t until I was seventeen that I decided to get my act together. I graduated high school in the middle of New York and received a full scholarship to medical school.
After years of school, I found myself back at the place where all my hell began. I was a surgeon in the cardiothoracic field at the United States #1 hospital
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I had to be sure, I had to be sure I no longer had any living relatives. I never made it to the morgue though, as I was called into emergency heart failure surgery. Patient number twenty two went into complete and utter heart failure. I cracked her chest and started to work. She had formed a clot right above her left ventricle. The monitor flatlines. The third patient I had seen die that day. I couldn’t do it anymore, my body had been so emotionally drained. I took off my white coat, cleaned out my locker, and threw away my scrub cap. I headed out the doors of the hospital, never to be hear of by anyone again, until now I