My First Love
August 21, 2001, the morning that no one will ever forget. That morning that everyone stood in the waiting room for answers about how my little brother Alex, was doing. It all started the day he was born , January 20th, 1989, Trevor was born, with a disease called Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy. ("Any of several hereditary diseases of the muscular system characterized by weakness and wasting of skeletal muscles.") For example we had to cross his leg for him or put his head up if it fell.
At the age of six my brother got his first wheelchair because as he got older his muscles got weaker and sometimes when he walked he would fall and hit his head really hard. and about two years later he got his power wheelchair. I had never seen my brother so happy that day he got his wheelchair. I loved it when he was happy because then I was happy.
My brother lived a normal life just like everyone else. He went to a public school and had a lot of friends and of course he had his occasional crushes. He liked to watch WWE wrestling and played wrestling on his Nintendo 64. He was a very happy little boy and very spoiled.
Then on August 18, 2001, my brother got extremely sick with what we all thought was Pneumonia. He had an extremely high fever, his head was so hot I could of boiled on egg on his forehead. He was having difficulties breathing and he couldn't cough anything out of his throat, so my mother hooked up the machine to remove the excess mucous from his throat, which sounded like a garbage disposal. I cringed every time I heard this. I would try it but I was afraid I was going to hurt him.
Then on the morning of August 21st. He woke me because I kept hearing him groan in his sleep, like he was in pain and I went to the kitchen to call 911. When I got to my brother all he kept saying was, "I can't breath." and "It hurts." All I could do was sit with him and watch him go through this pain with tears rolling down his cheeks. He looked so...
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