As I sat nervously in the corner of the emergency room awaiting the doctor's decision, I could feel my heart pounding. It felt like an explosive tick had reached zero. Fear began to take over my entire body and thoughts, and I began to feel afraid. The thought of losing my grandmother was like a terrible nightmare. He was there for me whenever I needed him. Couldn't the doctors have found an amazing way to help my grandmother recover from her health problems? Just then Dr. Vittal, the chief surgeon, ran to the bench where my cousin and I sat anxiously. He put his warm hands on my shoulders and told me to stay strong and keep my hopes high. He told me that he planned to perform many operations to keep my grandmother alive. As the surgeon's words rang in my ears, my hope that my grandmother would live skyrocketed, but I still wasn't sure. After about 3 hours or so, I went home because Dr. Vittal and the other doctors decided to perform further diagnostics and I was extremely tired. I thought a lot about my conversation with Dr. Vittal. His reassuring words really weren't ...