I Almost Died
By Caleb Montejo
So, hello to any one who takes the time to read these ramblings I type into my computer. If you read the title and know anything about me, you are probably rolling your eyes because the truth is, I didn’t almost die, dun dun dunnnnn! (plot twist). In my defense who knows what could have happened, only God of course.
If you are new to this blog you probably have a million questions, like, why have I not written for a year? The short answer is, I was too lazy, but the long answer is I didn’t feel like I had anything to say. Another question you may have is what are you talking about, “I almost died?” I have the tendency to overreact, make a mole hill into Mount Everest. I guess the best thing to do is tell the whole story of how I almost, but didn’t die.
Well, to start from the the beginning, I must go far, far, but not too far back in time. Two years to be exact. See I told you I exaggerate. Anyway, two years back I was on top of the world, minding my own business, when one morning I woke up to go to the bathroom to do my normal stuff in the morning, like brush my teeth, wash my face. You know anything a normal person would do in the morning, and then bamm!! Next thing I knew my mom was shaking me awake. I was lying on the floor with a bloody nose. Apparently I’d hit it on the bath tub on the way down. It was my first black out.
Since it was my first, we didn’t think a bunch about it. I mean how many of us have thought we were going to pass out before breakfast? We thought it was just that, not having any breakfast. More and more time went by when I had my second blackout, only this time I was driving. We were headed to Charleston for a day of shopping or something I can’t remember. Anyway, I was driving. Since I blanked out I don’t remember what happened, but when I snapped out of it, we were swerving off the road. Needless to say, I snapped out of it as I realized we were headed off the road. Once I realized what was happening, I yelled a couple of “words” and then stopped the car. Don’t worry we all lived, but that is when we knew something was wrong. Since I’m sure you want to get to the good stuff, I’ll wrap up this section by saying after a year is where this story really picks up.
A year later I had a couple more incidents, but you don’t need to know how messed up I got. I’m going to skip the boring stuff and get right to the exciting stuff.
We were sitting in a neurosurgeons office as he showed me the MRI picture of my brain and said they had found a spot. Now contrary to popular belief and the stuff they show you in movies, I didn’t do some kind of melodramatic act, partly because I was seventeen, and partly because I didn’t understand the importance of a spot. Later my mom explained all the details that I missed, which was all of them.
The spot or as I lovingly called it Bob, just kidding, was blocking some fluid that needed to leave my brain. They wanted to do an operation where they send in a robot thingy so they could see to reroute the fluid. They were going to drill a hole in my head, which my brothers and all their friends thought was the coolest thing ever. That brought about gross questions like would they be able to see inside my brain.
My family believes in the power of prayer and we go to a church that believes in the power of prayer. The week after all this had happened, we had camp meeting where I had a lot of opportunities to get prayed for. That is when something amazing happened. I firmly believed that I received healing one of those nights, but we needed another MRI to confirm what I already knew to be true.
Three weeks later we were waiting at MUSC for the results of the second MRI. The doctor walked in and told me and my mom the good news. The spot was barely visible. Now you would think I would have been having the amazing, the music is rising, all is well, big movie movement. But nooooo because I had an ADHD moment and just checked out of the medical mumbo jumbo conversation. I finally understood after we got in the car and my mom gave me a what is wrong with you, don’t you understand our prayers have been answered talk? So, yeah I can be kinda clueless!
Well, that is the end of that chapter of my life, I can finally drive again. I go back in three months to get a third MRI but I am confident that they will find nothing!