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Mentalisonhealthed issues and depression
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A memoir is defined as a historical account or biography written from personal knowledge or special sources. In regards to this essay being a memoir, Three important people’s passings in the last year will be talked about, and how awareness needs to be made about these illnesses, and the impact they have made in my life. In april of 2016, my grandfather also known in my life as “papa”, sadly passed away from sicknesses. In the previous year’s leading up to my grandfather’s passing, no one except my mom and I realized that his health was deteriorating right before our eyes.His health started deteriorating about 2 years ago when he had taken a fall, broke a rib, and a knee, and had to live in a rehab center for
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My grandma passed away from a mental illness known as depression. She did not know how to wrap her head around that fact that her husband of 61 years was gone. Depression affects about 6.5 million out of the 35 million elders. My grandma took me shopping about two weeks before she passed and she was not the same person. My grandma is such a bubbly person but that day i could see that she was no longer her bubbly self, in fact she seemed very down. About 2 days before my grandma passed she took my family out to dinner, and I could tell she was very depressed I just didn’t know how to tell my parents how depressed I thought she was. My dad was with her almost everyday working out bills and paperwork with her and keeping her company so she would feel a little better than she did at the time. Although we were with her everyday, she could not take it anymore and found a 24 hr period of time when my mom would be at work, i would be at school, and my dad was at work. The next morning my mom got a call from the neighbor saying something was not right because my grandma did not take the garbage out and she always does. My parents called 911 and told them about the situation and an ambulance was also sent. When the ambulance and the cop got to the house they told my parents that there was a very faint heartbeat on my grandma. They also told them that my grandma left a note to my parents, and set up all the paperwork in the kitchen so they suspected she had planned to do this. She was in the hospital for less than 24 hours, before she was taken off of life support, and sadly passed away on the night of july 10,2016. Elderly suicide is topic that is not talked about as much as it should be
It was the beginning of February when my grandfather was going in to receive his second knee replacement. Being his second time, we were optimistic that the surgery would go well and that he would recover without any issues. My grandfather made it through surgery and accordingly, had to stay for observation. During this time everything appeared to be normal, and knowing that my grandfather hates to be in hospitals, wouldn’t have said otherwise. When he was finally discharged, we took him home and the next day he appeared to have a stroke. The left side of his face had drooped down and he began feeling numbness and tingling on both sides of his body. We immediately rushed him to the hospital and at first it was assumed it was a stroke, but as his illness progressed it was apparent it was not. The numbness soon led to the loss of muscle control beginning at his legs and rapidly spreading up. My grandfather was able to specifically describe what he was experiencing and the doctor was able to diagnose him with Guillain- Barré syndrome.
A memorable occasion that involved difficult social communication occurred shortly after the death of my grandmother. My mother expressed her desire to continue paying my grandmother’s refinanced mortgage so the home and land could remain within the family. As my grandmother’s primary caretaker up to her death, my mother had spent the past few years watching the woman who raised her wither away. She exhibited symptoms of depressions such as; not finding joy in things she once did, insomnia, and decreased appetite.
David’s rehab center on 32nd. So they sent her off to that facility. The whole family agreed that would be great, so she would be able to gain her mobility back. It's February now and after doing all of the therapy my grandmother would be coming home Friday, February the 12th, wow this felt like the worse was coming to an end and she was coming home tomorrow morning. But God had other plans, we had got a call that Friday morning at 3:45 am saying that heart had stopped and that it was unknown how long she had been down, they said it took them ten minutes to get a pulse started and they battled for an hour to stabilize her heartbeat. This was it. She’s gone. But we have to keep the faith when we arrived at the hospital she had only been stable for about five minutes. This to us already was tragic news they had her on a ventilator, which is also known as life support. We knew that at this point in time the lady that was holding the family together was now holding on to her life. The doctors told us that the worst case scenario she could be brain dead, they ran the test and finally found out why her heart stopped. My grandmother had had a pulmonary embolism which is a condition when one or more arteries in the lungs are blocked by a blood clot. This embolism caused her heart to stop. The cooled her body temperature all the way down to 30 degrees Fahrenheit to protect her brain. When they did the CAT scan they revealed that she was, in fact, brain dead and without the machine she wouldn’t
I questioned whether he feels like he has lost his physical strength and he said he has. He is not as strong as he used to be and now has a harder time lifting heavy objects. He feels like his muscles aren’t as strong as they used to be and needs help moving anything heavy. I asked him if he feels like his strength will continue to decline and he said yes. When I asked him if he thought he would end up in a nursing home, he said that his sons will take care of him and he refuses to live in a nursing home that “smells of urine”. My grandpa has always hated nursing homes and refused to let my grandma live in
My Pa Pa always told me, “Give me my flowers while I’m here not when I’m dead.” A trip to my grandparent’s house in Olustee, Florida was always a trip I looked forward to. Their house always felt like another home to be, but that was until my grandfather passed away from having Alzheimer’s December 9th, 2012. When he passed, everything felt different. After December 9th, nothing really felt the same to me anymore. Due to my grandfather’s passing, my thoughts on life changed.
Living our busy lives no one else in the family could travel to Houston. Grandma was a strong woman. She could overcome anything and cancer was not going to defeat her. When she arrived at the hospital the doctors took a cat scan and figured out that she had stage four melanoma skin cancer. While my mother and grandma were at M.D. Anderson I was at home living a normal life just starting my first high school basketball season. Every night I worried about how she was doing not thinking about my school work or my athletics. A couple weeks later I called grandma and asked her how she was doing and she assured me that everything was going to be okay and that I should not worry about her. That’s how she lived. She never put herself first in any situation and family and friends were her main focus. Grandma would do anything to make her grandkids happy. I told my grandma I loved her and hung up the phone. The next day at school I looked up the percentage of people killed by melanoma skin cancer and the results were not good. One person dies of melanoma every 54 minutes. When I got home that evening I told my dad that I needed to be in Houston with my grandma. He said he didn’t think that he could make it happen with his busy schedule. I called my mom upset realizing that
On August 4, 2011 we found put my grandmother had early onset dementia. There were so many signs that we had missed before she had been diagnosed. Like every family would, we looked up the effects of taking care of someone with Dementia. We became like experts when it came down to taking care of her and we eventually had to move in with her over a fear of her forgetting to turn off the stove or a curling iron. On April 20, 2012 at approximately 8:30 pm my grandmother became angry over something that not even I can remember. She started to scream at me telling me how she wanted me out of the house and how she “did not like me very much”. In the heat of the moment, I received a phone call and for some reason she thought that I had called the cops. She followed me to my room where I had walked to get away from her and to take the call and smacked the phone out of my hand. She then began physically assaulting me and the police were called, then I was arrested. That behavior became a cycle for about five months and after that stage of the disease her doctor told us that she would have to be put on medication because the disease was progressing faster than it should have been. The medication did help although she was not completely back to her old self. You could tell that she fel...
The story I just told you is what I witnessed my mother go through not too long ago. My grandfather is a victim of the late stages of Alzheimer’s disease.
When I was a little boy my mom and dad did drugs and went to jail and I went with my grandparents. When I was older my got out of jail she started coming over and then she stop after my grandparents said she had to send money to me she left and never came to see me again until christmas. Then a few days before I started to go to school she had a boyfriend and he went to jail and their car impounded and she called grandma and ask if she can have another chance to come back to live with us again. Then when she was living with us she had to do dishes and she did not like it. Then after a few days she left and we never seen her again.
I know she heard us but she never opened her eyes again until that last moment, she opened her eyes one last night and my grandma told my great grandma “it’s okay mama go ahead daddy’s waiting for you I love you” that was when she took her last breath. It was July 29th around 3am when my dad came in my room and told me “Haley I’m going to the hospital grandma is gone.” At first I just said okay I was in a dead sleep so I didn’t comprehend it in that exact moment. A few minutes later I got out of bed I heard my brother pull in the drive way he left work early to come home and he and I sat and looked though pictures together shedding tears and laughing and asking each other if we remembered this. We all went up my great grandma’s house where all the family gathered about an hour and a half later. Even then I was fine it wasn’t until my grandma walked in the door which is my great grandmas daughter as soon as she did she just sat in my great grandmas’ chair and stated sobbing and that’s when it hit me that she was really gone this wasn’t just some dream it was real. I could taste salt from my tears running down my face into my mouth. After that it was all a complete
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I faced many difficulties after my grandmother was diagnosed with dementia. It was painful losing her to the disease and trying to take care of her with limited knowledge and support. My grandmother fought for everything she had in life and still lost so much. In her last years, her fighting spirit never left, but it became twisted into something spiteful. My grandmother had a particularly difficult case of behavioral changes. It started with a loss of inhibition, then turned into hurtful words, and it even escalated sometimes to her attempting to physically harm her nurses. We tried our best to help with her confusion and frustration, but she refused to accept any treatment for her anxiety and depression. I visited my hometown often to help
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My mom, grandmother and aunt were informed on a Thursday that she was sick and had been admitted to a hospital, by my cousins who lived with her in South Carolina, 2 weeks before she died. My family decided to drive up to South Carolina to see her on the soonest Saturday. My mom told my brother and me to pack our suitcase because we were staying
Watching someone’s health deteriorate in front of your own eyes can leave you feeling helpless. This is exactly how I felt when I saw my grandfather’s genetic disorder progress to the point where he could no longer live a normal life. Trying to help my grandfather maintain is quality of life despite his physical health is the most daunting challenge I’ve ever faced. Since he was unable to leave the house his favorite past time became sitting in his chair watching any and every sport on TV. However, he then became unable to get in and out of his chair.