Chapter 3
Two hours had passed since Mary went into surgery. Everyone was getting worried, especially Rev. and Mrs. Camden. "What do you think is taking them so long?" Mrs. Camden asked her husband. "I don't know" replied Rev. Camden. "I hope everything is okay," said Mrs. Camden. "Me too," replied Rev. Camden. Just then the doctor walked into the waiting room to speak to Rev. and Mrs. Camden. "How is she?" they asked the doctor. "She is out of surgery and is doing fine. The surgery took longer then we expected, once we got in and looked at the damage we realized that it was more extensive then we expected," the doctor told them. "Can we go see her now?" asked Rev. and Mrs. Camden. "Yes," the doctor, said, "I will take you to her."
When the doctor and Rev. Camden and Mrs. Camden reached the room that Mary was in, they walked over to see her. She was still drowsy from the anesthesia. "How are you feeling?" they asked me. "Fine, but my knee hurts," I replied. "Would you like me to give you something for the pain?" the doctor asked me. "Yes, please," I replied. "Let me go tell your bothers and sisters that you are awake and that you are doing fine," said Mrs. Camden. "Alright," I replied. Moments later my parents came in with my bothers and sisters. "How are you feeling?" they all asked. "Fine, but my knee hurts," I said.
Two days later, when it was time for me to go home, my dad came and got me. My leg was in a white cast so that I was not able to move my knee. The nurse lifted me off the bed and into the wheelchair. Just then my dad came in. "Ready to go, Mary?" he asked me. "Yes," I said. "Okay, Mary we need you back here in six weeks to get the cast off and then two weeks after that we'll start rehab," the doctor said. "Okay," I replied. "Oh, one more thing," the doctor said. "You need to stay in the wheelchair until the cast comes off, after that we will put a splint on your knee. You will still be in a wheelchair and three weeks after that you will need to wear a knee brace and use crutches because it will be awhile before you put weight on your knee again," the doctor told me. "Thank you," I replied. As the nurse wheeled me out of the room and to the car, the doctor pulled my dad aside. "What's wrong?" he asked the doctor. "Well, the doctor started, "Mary's recovery process may take longer then we had hoped." "Is she going to be able to play basketball again?" Rev. Camden asked. "I am sorry to tell you this but I am afraid not," the doctor told Rev. Camden. Rev. Camden stood there in shock not knowing what to say.
"Dad, what did you and Dr. Jacobs talk about when the nurse took me to the car?" I asked. Rev. Camden hesitated, not wanting to tell Mary the real truth. "The doctor said that your recovery process may be a little slower then we had hoped." "Am I going to be able to play basketball again?" I asked, afraid of what my dad's response might be. "No," Rev. Camden replied. My eyes began to fill up with tears as I heard my dad's response. I then started crying. My dad took me is his arms and tried to comfort me. "Are you ready to head in?" asked Rev. Camden a few minutes later, after I had stopped crying. "Yeah," I replied, wiping the tears away from my face.
My dad then got out of the car and walked over to the passenger side. As he lifted me out of the car and into the wheelchair, I winced in pain. "Are you okay?" my dad asked me. "Yeah, I'm fine," I replied. He then wheeled me into the backyard. When we arrived, my whole family was there to welcome me home. It was a great feeling to finally be home.
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