As I volunteered and continued to read, I began to see the kids I played with differently. I didn’t just see them for their disease or complications, but I saw their heart, and the joy they felt just by doing simple things. I started to imagine their families and wondered what they might be going through, having a child live in a hospital. I kept remembering how confused and misled the Lacks’ family was with the health care system, and even though, I’m not a doctor, I hoped the best for the patient’s well-being and their
Entry 1 The worst news I’ve ever received was when my mom told me that my aunt had cancer. Fortunately, the cancer was only at stage 1. At first, I couldn’t believe it since she has always been healthy and I’ve never heard anything about her being sick. Eventually, I came to accept the fact that my aunt had cancer even if I didn’t want to.
Waking up Amy felt the discomfort of pressure in her throat. Her groggy mind trying to remember what had happened, a flash of a memory -almost dreamlike- skated across her mind. Tires sliding across wet asphalt, the rush of the dense green forest racing by in a disorienting display, the ear piercing, stomach churning sound of metal on metal. Her eyes snapped open taking in her surroundings, the EKG machine giving a sound to her erratic racing heart. The room looked like your typical hospital room and even had the terrible sterile smell.
It was just a normal afternoon in the life of Kim Roemig, a Cardiology Nurse in Cedar Rapids, when one of her final patients of the day came in. Just as they were waiting to get his medicine, something didn’t feel right. Kim got this instinct that there was something wrong. This man had a heart attack just as the door closed to the Emergency Room, where she pushed him because she knew that something felt different. If it hadn’t have been for Kim, this man would not be with us right now.
The onset of an unexpected illness my family brought upon a tough time in my family, and I was unsure of how to act, what to say, and what to tell others. After reading Unbroken, I felt that if Zamperini could survive years of torture, I could survive a seemingly small family emergency. The ability to relate Zamperini’s own story of resilience in a horrible situation inspired me to do the same in my own
She recently finished her bachelor’s degree and is now a fourth-grade teacher, things that had seemed unimaginable only two years prior. The story of what she calls an “awful, beautiful experience” is devastating, yet she is better because of it. Throughout her life, Kate had been taught to seem as though everything was fine, even if it wasn’t, and this mindset carried on through her experience of being sick. She rarely talked to anyone about what was happening. Even now, she doesn’t like talking about it and often
My mom at this time was already freaking out and in tears. We rushed my sister to the hospital and found out that, the influenza she had for about a week now, was strongly attacking her immune system, causing her muscles to weaken. That night was the first time I slept at a hospital; my mom and I were by my sister’s side as she was flat on a hospital bed, plugged
Do you ever remember that one busy week in your life? The one that unravels you like a cheap sweater that only lasted five days? It was a mellow Monday morning, around August. I woke up thinking about what to do that day, there was nothing to do. I layed in bed despondently, exactly like a very sick patient.
A memoir of a childhood lost to multiple mysteries illnesses , Julie Gregory tells us about the unseen abuse she endured as a young child and how it affected her into her adult years. Now as an adult Julie reminisces on her dysfunctional family, from her schizophrenic father to her low key mentally ill mother. From a young age Julie Gregory was continually tested for a sickness that was non existent, made up in the mind of her mother she had “suffered” from many different illnesses including a heart condition. Her childhood in Ohio consisted of doctor visits, x-rays, medication, and operations all of which were unneeded. Only when Julie was an adult did she realize that the person who was sick was not her
Shortly after the doctor said that, her condition got a lot worse from before and she passed away a few months later during the summer. During the wake and the funeral, my Great Uncle was devastated and could not believe that his older sister has died. During this time I tried to remember the time when my family was living with her, but I could not remember besides the fact that she was a very good cook and that in my family, her lasagna and soups were the best thing we have ever
Though she was alive her injury was permanent. One day, one nurse came to her ward and gave everyone some straws. The nurse told them to thread the pipes together and to be connected with each other. That moment was the deepest enrichment time for everyone. When she came at home she became upset about her body and future life but something came at her mind.
The first year I showed my fair calf is when I had to use a lot of grit to stay in the ring. At first my day started off great the first calf I showed was perfectly fit and had won first in his class, now it was time to show the second one. I named him Bacon which i knew was weird but I really didn’t care. Bacon was pretty calm until we entered the ring and he started to hear all the noise and see the camera flashes in the crowd.
In bed at night, I heard my sister Madison wake quarter till midnight to rush to the bathroom. What I thought was a casual bathroom break was in reality her illness taking over our lives. I was at the fragile age of twelve when I finally realized what was happening. My sister Madison was starving herself to death and every night, like clock work, would go to the bathroom to gag herself until she threw up what little food she had left in her system. Sharing a room with her, I had a front row seat to the agonizing experience.
When I made it to the school nurse, I took a seat. I still had tears running down my face, and over the intercom I could hear Mr. Wiley tell my sister to come to the nurse’s office. Next thing I knew I heard a knock on the door, and my sister walked in. She saw my arm and put her hands over her mouth. She came and sat with me while the nurse gave me an ice pack.
Then she had replied with “ hurry up and eat your breakfast we have to take you to your last appointment ”. I remembered that i had therapy but i didn't want to go i just want to forget about what had happened. I deeply sighed and ate then went upstairs and changed. Then when i had finished i walked downstairs when i had seen my sister on the phone , she was sad and stressed then i
