It was at that moment that I knew I was exactly where I was supposed to be. I wanted the operating room, the hum of the hospital, the whirring machines, the cornflower blue scrubs. I wanted all of it, forever.
When I was five I had my first surgery to tighten the muscles in my eye and lower them, only to find when I was nineteen the surgeries had been preformed incorrectly the first time. I would have to choose to have another surgery or my spine would become arthritic and I could be paralyzed and die.
