We’re losing her, push 4 O Neg and an amp of epi. Come on people we don’t have all day. Her and this baby's life is on the line. Doctors scurry around grasping on the hope that they will both make it. But when it come down to it, who will they decide to save? “Anika where are you going? You are supposed to be getting ready for school not watching tv” Mom yelled from down the stairs. You could almost see her face with the tone of voice she had. Knowing what Anika should of been doing, she trudged down the hallway. “Why do you insist that I go to school, I don’t feel good anyways” Anika grunted. As usual Anika acted like she was sick, but her mother senses a different persona coming from her. Maybe she was actually sick. “Well,” her mother
...he will not let her die in their parents arms in the coming hours. He is dedicated to this diagnosis and goes in one last time, this time with a spoon.
She was a 24-week-old premature infant. I had never seen anything so fragile yet so resilient in my life. Every time she took a breath her lungs would completely collapse. To inhale, she had to pull everything up from on her back, out from her rib cage, and inflate her lungs. She was a powerhouse! Instinctively doing everything she could to stay alive. She died hours later. She was the youngest and smallest infant ever to be born alive at Vanderbilt Children’s Hospital.We will never know her full potential, and the loss of the opportunity for someone to become an asset to society is something that I cannot tolerate. Thus, my desire to become a neonatologist was affirmed.
Who do you save if you have the choice of the unborn child or the mother? This in my mind is...
A young women who just recently married at the age of 24 is six months along in her pregnancy. By her eighth month, she has came across complications. Within one week, they continue to get progressively worse. She is eventually rushed to the hospital. There her symptoms are studied by medical professionals. She soon is told that her complications are so severe that they might cost her her life. She is now faced with a choice. A medical dilemma of saving her life with the use of an abortion, or the moral dilemma of saving her childs life. What is right?
I’m going to start out with the place I’ve lived my whole life Gresham, Oregon. It’s a pretty good thing having lived Gresham my whole life. Everything is super close like parks, stores, and schools. It was the best to grow up in opinion I got to see some stuff I should avoid and got to meet people that were helpful in my life. Also a plus of living in a smaller city is if you meet one person when you go to the park you will most likely see them another time. I have friends I played basketball with at Highland one year ago and still play against them to this day. There's a community more in Gresham, I think no one's afraid to talk to each other or ask for help and if someone needs help they won’t shrug them off. That’s one thing I don’t really see if other places everyone else has their own agenda and that doesn’t include knowing your neighbors. That’s insane, but it makes me happy that Gresham has friendly people unlike other cities. Maybe some of that is to do with schooling which is the next thing I want to talk about.
You would think that when I decided what to do with the rest of my life, it would be some profound moment when something huge took place. Nothing dangerous or crazy happened, but my heart was changed. Suddenly, everything made sense to me and I knew what journey I was going to take and why I was going to take it. The funny thing about all of this is, it was one kindergartner who opened my eyes. One five year-old who showed me what I’m destined to do for the rest of my life.
“She won’t listen to me at all!” Mercy paced around in the girls’ bathroom. “I told her to stay away from them, they’re bad. What does she do? Eats out with them.”
I have only every went to school in Wythe County. I went to elementary school at Jackson Memorial, middle school at Fort Chiswell, and high school at Fort Chiswell. I remember my favorite teacher was Mrs. Odell she was my second grade teacher. Probably my most memorable memory of her and her class was when she used to read to us. The whole class would sit in a circle around her on the carpet in the back corner of the room near the book shelve. The books I remember her reading was The Adventures of Fudge. Another thing that I remember vividly about her was that she was pregnant when I had her. My mom works for the system so my brother and I used to always ride to school with her in the mornings. We were very lucky to
Dad sat in the middle of the couch and patted the seats on each side of him as if to invite us to sit. Veronica and I hugged Dad. She and I cried.
Kate’s was ready to pull out her weapon, but Robbie calls out to the strange beachcomber at night.
My full name is Zachary Randall Durbin and when I wasn’t born yet my mom was going to name me Mathew. I don’t like that name because it doesn’t seem like it would fit me. Luckily my Uncle came to town 2 days before I was born and I’m not sure what he did to convince my mom of agreeing with the name Zach. I love my uncle for that. Well when I was 3 years old my real I got my name from my uncle because my mom wanted me to be Matthew but thanks to my uncle I have the name that seems to fit me the most.
It was about 8:00 at night, my heart was pounding, my breathing became irregular, uncontrollable tears slid down my face. I felt the warm tears just dropping onto my hands. I walked into the bathroom, getting ready to shower. I slowly turned my head, up, down, left, and right. I didn’t really know what to do at this point. Multiple things built up to this point and this story was only one of them.
“Mom, Kendall. Do you guys hear that noise that came from outside.” “No honey.” “Again? You're hearing things. This is the second time your hearing these random sounds. No one hears them beside you. Stop asking,” Kendall screams. “Fine. What’s up with you?” “My head and stomach ache. I’m probably coming down with something. Sorry, I just lashed out at you, I’m a little grumpy. Mom can I be done with dinner so I can finish my homework? I want to go to bed early.” “Sure honey. Feel better. Holler if you need anything. I love you,” mom tells her. “Thanks, mom. Love you too,” Kendall answers as she goes
I never really thought about where my life was going. I always believed life took me where I wanted to go, I never thought that I was the one who took myself were I wanted to go. Once I entered high school I changed the way I thought. This is why I chose to go to college. I believe that college will give me the keys to unlock the doors of life. This way I can choose for myself where I go instead of someone choosing for me.
Once upon a time, I saw the world like I thought everyone should see it, the way I thought the world should be. I saw a place where there were endless trials, where you could try again and again, to do the things that you really meant to do. But it was Jeffy that changed all of that for me. If you break a pencil in half, no matter how much tape you try to put on it, it'll never be the same pencil again. Second chances were always second chances. No matter what you did the next time, the first time would always be there, and you could never erase that. There were so many pencils that I never meant to break, so many things I wish I had never said, wish I had never done. Most of them were small, little things, things that you could try to glue back together, and that would be good enough. Some of them were different though, when you broke the pencil, the lead inside it fell out, and broke too, so that no matter which way you tried to arrange it, they would never fit together and become whole again. Jeff would have thought so too. For he was the one that made me see what the world really was. He made the world into a fairy tale, but only where your happy endings were what you had to make, what you had to become to write the words, happily ever after. But ever since I was three, I remember wishing I knew what the real story was.