<human>: For me it would have to be when my Mom got sick. I was about 8 years old when my Mom was diagnosed with Gallstones. The doctor pulled me aside and said that she had to go for surgery in a couple of weeks, but that everything would be okay, they do this procedure all the time where she's going. So I believed him, thinking nothing of the next few weeks, my Mom's boyfriend at the drove me to my Dads house so I could stay with him while my Mom was in surgery, and then took her to the hospital. I sat at my Dad's contently, sitting on my tiger tv pillow, watching Spongebob, when the phone rang. My Dad answered and I soon realized he was crying. For the next 2 hours he wouldn't say why, he would tell me anything, just sat there; then he finally broke the news. The doctor that was operating on my Mom had accidentally nicked the edge and sliced open her bowel, which spilt fluids from her bowel onto other organs (from what I've been told) and it sent her body into shock. Her heart stopped 2 times and they had to put her on life support for 2 days, and throughout those 2 days my dad and doctors all told me to say goodbye now because she is most likely not going to make it. Well she did make it, and spent 6 months in the hospital. After she got out she had recurring health issues, and had to go in for another surgery. Well, if it wasn't bad enough the first go around, a different doctor had another slip up and nicked a different organ ( I was never told which) and it once again, stopped her heart. this time they were able to bring her back and she had to spend almost a full year in intensive care in the hospital, eating baby food and blended vegetables through a hole in her stomach. I have a lot more stories but I think I will end it here for now.

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<bot>: My mom got sick when i was 8 and she had to get multiple surgeries to fix her, but twice medical complications almost killed her, and took away some of the best years that we were having, and it still affects her today.