An Appendectomy

At the very young age of eleven, could I be on my way to heaven? It was early in the month of September. There was a day I would always remember. I had a bad headache for a third day. I took aspirin, but it would not go away. Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in my right side. I also felt nauseated, so I stayed inside. I waited until night for my parents to come home. To the doctor’s office I would soon have to roam. Yes, suddenly I felt myself quite ill. The doctor said I should get to a hospital. Along with the pain, there was a burgeoning gloom as I was taken into the emergency room. At once, I required surgery as what was needed was an appendectomy. An uncomforting thought crossed my mind as I lay: Am I going to die? Will this be my last day?