The Hospital

I remember waking up in the hospital and my brother, mom, and 2 of my uncles were standing around me. I was so relieved to see my mom. She and my uncles (her brothers) flew down when they found out that the accident happened. The first night, the doctor told me that they would go in and check and see if they could repair any damage that was done to my hands. If nothing could be repaired then they said that they would go back in the next day (Sunday) and try again, but if nothing could be repaired then they would have to take my right hand. So Sunday it was time for the second surgery, and the docter told me that it was almost certain that they would have to amputate my hand. I just started crying, and the first thing I thought about was what was going to happen to football. I had a scholarship to play at a Division II school in Indiana. So before surgery that's all I thought about.