OK, how is my life going now? Not too well. As most of you know, I was supposed to be having an operation on my nose this year. Welps, now we aren't sure. After I have been waiting since 3rd grade for this operation, and being told that my nose wasn't broken when I had the chance to fix it, I was finally going to be able to breathe. People would no longer make fun of me because I have my mouth open to prevent suffocation and that I had a large bump on my nose. The whole summer was set up perfectly. I got a tan, I lightnened my hair, it's the shortest it has ever been, I am getting my braces off, I am getting my nose done, I was getting contacts, life was looking good. I was basically going back to school for Junior year a completely new person, and on top of all that my relatives from Israel are here and we are taking them to Disney World, my favorite place on Earth.

I bet you are all now wondering what could possibly be going on, right? Here comes the messed up part. After waiting all these years, I have set up my operation to fit perfectly into the summer for recovery time before school and to have my braces off right after and everything. It was all set up so perfectly to the exact date. There was not a day to loose. Now comes the not so fun part.

Sunday we get a call from one of my doctors who is doing the operation and he says that there is an emergency cancer patient and that we have to move my operation. This is all after I got first pick at a date and everything. I am thinking that if this is such a god damn emergency then why the hell aren't they doing it immediately? Why do they have to use my date? So after all the date switches, we are finally a bit settled down, postponing the operation until the 14th. So you would think it all stopped there, but it doesn't.

Now, after saying that the whole thing would be a free operation covered by the military and insurance, we hear there might be a small fee to us. It turns out that small fee is not such a small fee. That small fee is in the range of $3,000! My father is now saying that if we have to pay a fee like that we can do it privately for less. He would rather hire someone and pay them to do it instead of going about it through the military. So now, if we take the time to find a private doctor, school will have started by then and I would need to wait until next summer vacation! After all the waiting it has come down to this.

My mother has been spending days and hours on the phone trying to see if we can get around the fee. Nothing seems to be budging and we are leaving out of town on Friday. Time is running out and I am completely stuck. Every time someone brings it up I can't help but burst into tears. This whole thing is so unfair. I have been waiting to long and we have asked several time if it was all covered and that we would have no cost, or if we needed to know anything else, and every time we got the same answer reassuring us that everything was all set. It comes down to crunch time…and it's not! So I am screwed. Unless my parents can pull a miracle, then I will not have my operation for another year.


Today, my father and mother went in to see the commander and decide my nose's future as I sit in the Navy Exchange with my family waiting for hours for my mother to come with some sort of news. As I sit there I just keep thinking about it and I can't help it. Finally, I see my mother coming through the door, face wet with tears and smiling…I am still having the operation.