My first patient just died.
Her mom call me at 5.45 in the morning, crying, to tell  me.
She was just a 12 year old girl, born with a huge vascular malformation in the left side of her face.
Her mom have her when she was only a teenager and the dad left both of them 'cause of J. condition.
The mom had to deal with the endless peregrination through all kind of hospitals, treatments and specialized doctors, all by herself.
She told me once that when people stared at her daughter she used to get in a fight  each time in the subway, in her neighborhood, in the street.
J. had to deal with bullys in the school everday, she told me that kids said that if they get closer to her, they'll be contagied of her tumor.
A year ago, J and her mom were assigned to me, my job was to follow her case along with other medstudent like me, but from a different college.
We went together to their appointments and went to her embolization treatments, I get to know her and she was a really nice girl, quite shy and didn't smile much, but I never see her cry or being weak in any moment.
She knew what she wanted, she wanted to get rid of the tumor by surgery at any cost. So did her mom.
We did all we can do before the big surgery, and then my tutor, the doctor who assigned me to the case was told to leave the case to the doctors in the institution she was getting the "treatment".
So we step apart.
That was around november. The last time I see her, she was unbellievable swollen but still being really brave about her recovery.
I asked every 2-3 weeks to her mom if there was a date of surgery established.
She only got one surgery, I honestly don't understand what they did to her, but they shave her head and let her with a tracheostomy and she got an infection in the tumor.
Supostly there was going to be another surgery, the big one, but every time I asked her mom, she told me that the doctors of the Institution keep posponing the day.
And finally, what we all know was going to happen, happened.
She starts bleeding from the tumor, her parents put her in the car and drove to the hospital that is about an hour and a half away from their home, she keep bleeding all the way untill she passed out.
She died 7 minutes before arriving to the hospital.
So, her mom called me, I was sleeping, she told me crying what happened and I could think about was "it´s not true, that can't be true, that's not the end for her".
It is.
She died 12 years after having that time clocking tumor in her face, and no one dare to operate her.
She may have died during the surgery? yes. But at least, they would have try it.
Now, we'll never know what could have happen if someone would take seriously her case and perform the surgery she needed.
There's a song I can't get off my head, thinking abour her. It says:
And they scream the worst things in life come free to us.
It's too cold outside for angels to fly, an angel will die, covered in red, closed eyes and hoping for a better life.
I call her mom for apologizying for not being able to go to the funeral, and all the lady did was thanking me, for everything I did for her daughter, and she told me she is certain that J is not suffering anymore.
I don't believe in heaven or god, but I'm sure that J is an angel now.