I woke up suddenly, the sound of a door slamming shut breaking my deep slumber. As I became more aware of my surroundings, I realized I could hear the steady beep of a what I presumed to be a vitals monitor, and the sound of a nasally voice over an intercom somewhere in the distance. The smell of antiseptic was so pungent it seemed as though it was scorching the inside of my nostrils. As I tried to sit up, the feeling of sharp pain lacerating through my temples was almost unbearable and my body was hit with an intense wave of nausea. It was then that the realization hit me; I was alive. I had made it through my surgery despite everything my doctors had predicted. But the real question was could I still see? I debated with myself for several…show more content… Though I was in better shape physically having fully recovered from my traumatic brain surgery, I was not even close to mentally recovered. I still could not come to terms with having lost my sight, and I was stumbling into a state of unbearable depression. My parents and doctors had suggested many things; support groups, therapy sessions, antidepressant pills, but I wasn’t open to any of that. The trouble wasn’t that I needed support through these trying times. The problem was that my entire reality had been ripped from my grasp and I couldn’t even recognize myself anymore. Before surgery, I was sporty, popular, fun loving Kate. I had a future ahead of me and so much potential. I’d been accepted into veterinary school on a full ride scholarship and my grades were impeccable. I was the girl everybody wished that they could be. But now, now I was just the blind girl who had had a brain tumour with no particular future left ahead of me, well except darkness...literally.
Suddenly I was ousted from my thoughts by the sound of my door opening and loud voices approaching. Great I thought, another one of my Mom’s stupid ideas to invite my friends up to see me. But then suddenly it happened, I felt something soft and cold nuzzling into my
