So distinct is my heartbeat, that like a drumstick hitting a drum, rapidly and relentlessly. Standing in lunch queue under the sun at noon on the last day of August, the initial test day of the first semester of ninth grade, I listened to the pit-pat from my chest, wondering why it is such heat at the end of summer that I was about to get sunstroke. Not until I felt sick and giddy and was likely to faint, that I finally realized that my heart has been beating abnormally for a long while. After my heart beating restlessly rest of the day, I could hardly stand up. Mother came and the hospital was the next stop for me.
Surprisingly with no surprise, according to the doctor, I was attacked by an inborn heart disease at the age…show more content… This time I could not escape easily, instead, I had to stay in hospital for four days in order to perform a surgery operated by the best surgeon in my city. The operation took only one and a half hour, but it was like a life-long suffering for me. Though the success rate is high, risks and danger still exist. Two flexible catheters were advanced into my femoral vein and subclavian vein, all the way through the blood vessels towards the heart. Electrical impulses were then released to terminate the extra pathway and the cardiac arrhythmia had to be induced by electrical stimulation in order to find the abnormal tissue. Again and the last time, those pain caused by rapid heartbeats made me feel beloved by Death. I was so painful that the surgeon gave me oxygen inhalation to relieve pain. With my brain semiconscious, for the first time I feel that heart attack is never a tale nor a plot in films or novels; for the first time I realize that the Death could be so close to me; for the first time I regret wasting my lifetime before and desire to live longer and
