I know a lot of people have lost or have almost lost their parents. I do know what it feels like to almost lose a parent. The feeling is almost indescribable. It is heartbreaking, overwhelming, and overall just awful. We wait many months for an answer or someone to do something to help. I am going to tell you a story about how an awful disease almost took my mother’s life.
I am a daddy’s girl, but cannot help to be a mommy’s girl too. I mostly resemble my mom. We are both tall with medium length brown hair. Our facial structure is mostly how we resemble each other. My dad is also tall with brownish-grey hair and very dark skinned. My brother is a giant compared to the rest of us. He is tall and has super curly brown hair. He looks like neither
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Doctors recommended that she should go into a nursing home to do a twenty-one-day rehabilitation. I am not going to give the name of the nursing home she ended up in for the program. They were very awful and I do not believe they helped her a single bit. My dad, brother, and I would come to visit her. She looked almost like a ghost. She would be in bed and no one would come help her to the bathroom, so she ended up wetting herself. She fell out of bed multiple times and her body would be bruised from the falls. Mom would call for help and no one would come help her off the floor. One time my father went up there and she was on the floor crying for help. You could hear him screaming at the nurses to get their asses in there and help him get her off the floor. The last day, we went to bring her home and we found her face-down in a plate of food. It was time to go back to the …show more content…
She has had to go in for radiation but that just so the tumors do not grow any more than they have. Now she walks with a walker and can do anything she sets her mind to. Children, teens, or adults take advantage of their parents. I know I did before my mom got sick. People say that she got better because she got prayers and God helped her. I call bullshit, simply because I do not believe what happened was an act of God but the courage of a doctor and his team helping a woman in a dying state. I have not lost a parent but the pain of almost losing one was almost unbearable. If I have learned anything from this experience, it is to love and respect your parents. They will not be here
She passed away in 2006 when I was a junior in high school. My family and I visited her every weekend at the nursing home. She disliked being at the nursing home away from her family. At the same time, it was the only way for her to be taken care of. She was paralyzed from her left side of the body from a stroke and diabetes. Also, she was a little heavy. Therefore, they were unable to lift her up and do the activities of daily living. Between her sons and daughters they all decided that her being in a nursing home is the best decision for her and everyone else.
A few months ago, she was diagnosed with leukemia and has been receiving Chemotherapy. The doctors have confessed that the Chemo has not had any impact, and found a donor match for a bone marrow transplant.
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 have felt the pain of the loss of a Sister; have felt the pain of the death of my Mother, and felt the death of my Father. I know how it feels. I experienced it. It is painful, looking at those old kind folks who bore you; who took care of you; went through all kinds of sacrifices and pains just to look after you for years and years, until one day the child stood on one’s own two feet, and then … there they are, the parents, helpless and lifeless in front of you.
She passed away from breast cancer a few years ago. Even in life today, cancer can tear a family apart and or could have the opposite effect of bringing a family together. From watching the film, an individual can tell that it brought their family together because they are still celebrating her life here on earth even though she cannot be there with them. When a family member has cancer, whether it be serve and stage three cancer, fighters will hang on with all of their might. Speaking from my own experience, my father had prostate cancer while I was in ninth grade. He got it treated with a surgery and radiation, he then got the clear he was cancer free. In my senior year of high school, my dad kept having tests done and realized his cancer was coming back more rapidly then before. To treat the aggressive cancer, he had six treatments of chemotherapy and the twenty-six treatments of radiation at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, Minnesota. While he was doing radiation at Mayo five hours away from our family, he was separated from our family for five weeks and only came home on the weekends. If we did not keep in contact with my dad and go visit him, my family could have easily been torn apart just like the seashell wind chime could break
Fortunately, my mom has gotten better, but the environment around her is physically and emotionally draining, nonetheless I will continue to support her throughout my life. While at UCLA, I was physically there for my mom and it was one of the greatest feelings in the world. This reflects the determined, focused, and motivated person I am because I take part in school clubs and organizations that aid students who have similar problems, so no one else would have to endure experiences like mine. Being there for my mom made me a stronger person and it pushed me to continue fighting for problems that are set aside in our
Imagine having to wake up each day wondering if that day will be the last time you see or speak to your father. Individuals should really find a way to recognize that nothing in life is guaranteed and that they should live every day like it could be there last. This is the story of my father’s battle with cancer and the toll it took on himself and everyone close to him. My father was very young when he was first diagnosed with cancer. Lately, his current health situation is much different than what it was just a few months ago. Nobody was ready for what was about to happen to my dad, and I was not ready to take on so many new responsibilities at such an adolescent age. I quickly learned to look at life much differently than I had. Your roles change when you have a parent who is sick. You suddenly become the caregiver to them, not the other way around.
My mother, in fact, had been aware of her condition in the spring of my junior year in high school. She deliberately did not inform my sister or me of her illness because she did not want to distract us from our studies. Instead, my mother waited for the completion of her radiation therapy treatments. At this time, she brought me into her room, sat me down on the same wooden rocking chair from which she used to read me bedtime stories, and began to relate her story. I did not weep, I did not flinch. In fact, I hardly even moved, but from that point onward, I vowed that I would do anything and everything to please my mother and make her proud of me.
More than 5 years ago, I found myself in the exact same position that Susan Wolf had found herself in with her father. In my case, it was the end of life care for an elderly aunt who had no other family and as such, became a part of mine. She was my ward in a way, fully reliant and dependent on me in so many ways due to her advanced age. I thought that she was a very healthy person and could possibly go on living forever since she was under constant medical care. But all the medical care that the doctors could provide for her could not remove the nagging pains that seemed to be ravaging her fast aging body.
"Coping Interventions for Parents of Children Newly Diagnosed with Cancer: An Evidence Review with Implications for Clinical Practice and Future Research.(Report)." - Pediatric Nursing. N.p., n.d. Web. 11 Mar. 2014.
As I have began to talk with my mom more and more through the years I have found her constantly telling me that I act or sound “just like my father”. Whenever I do or say something around my mom I wait to hear those four words, and it seems that she says them about every four minutes. Even though I mimic many of my father’s actions and behaviors, am I my father? In my mind I do not think I could ever be my dad. I do know why I emulate him so much, because I look up to him. Quite a few sons say that sort of thing about their fathers. Even though it is a generic saying it seems to bring a unique feeling each time it is said. I am glad that I am able to take large pieces from my dad’s personality pie and add them to mine. It does not mean that I have not take anything from my mother’s, it just appears to me that a son imitates more of his father and a daughter imitates more of her mother. I know that this is a sexist statement, but in my observations I have found this to be exceedingly true.
In the article "A Response to Parents after the Loss of a Baby" it explained how the parents will feel. This will be a very hard time for the parents and they must see the reality and find ways to grieve otherwise they won't be able to move on ("A Response to Parents after the Loss of a Baby" 3). Continuing on in that same article, parents are initially shocked when it happens and then will become very sad and will stay in that state for while ("A Response to Parents after the Loss of a Baby" 6). The article continued to say, the parents will eventually get even more different emotions spinning around in their heads like shock, sadness, anger, guilt, anxiety, or depression which can cause them to mad at themselves or people with babies ("A Response to Parents after the Loss of a Baby" 15). The article goes on to explain how parents will become paranoid and will never want to let their other children out of sight, in fear of something bad happening to them. This is because of the fear they still face on a day to day basis ("A Response to Parents after the Loss of a Baby" 22). Also in the article, it explained what they parents can do to help them move forward and stay positive. Parents that have had a baby die from SIDS are advised to talk to other parents that have also gone through that so they know they aren't alone. Parents should also take some time for themselves by sleeping or running errands so they are not focusing on it ("A Response to Parents after the Loss of a Baby" 8). Laura S. Hillman said in that article "mothers and fathers express their grief in different ways. Mothers generally need to 'talk out' their grief while fathers tend to 'suffer in silence.' Fathers may find it more difficult to ask for help and support from others" ("A Response to Parents after the Loss of a Baby" 24). People will realize their
By the time I had entered middle school she was in a wheelchair. She was no longer able to do her favorite things - work, drive or swim. I wondered why there wasn't a cure for her. Is it because there is not enough money for research? I think every day that this will be over soon and there will be a new medicine she can try. There have been many drugs that doctors have prescribed but none seemed to work. My mother and our whole family get our hopes up so high every time. Nothing seems to stop the progression of this disease.
Marasmus is a disease, which is a chronic state of inadequate intake of protein energy malnutrition. This consists of the wasting away of fat, muscle, and other tissues in the body. It mostly occurs in children 5 years old and under that live in high poverty areas. Symptoms can range from mild to severe. Chronic diarrhea will cause the victim to be extremely dehydrated which will make the victim feel fatigue and weakness. The victim can experience extreme discomfort and loss of consciousness from being so undernourished. More severe symptoms can cause the victim to have loss of skin tissue, have a delay in growth being under weight and under normal height. Paralysis of the legs will cause the victim to have a loss of muscle function or loss of any feeling in that area. Organ failure is also a symptom because the organs of the victim are not getting the proper vitamins and proteins that they need to work properly. Victims of marasmus are highly vulnerable to infections especially in the skin, mouth, and lungs.
I told her that she needed to go to a rehabilitation center to get the medical attention she needed. I admit it, she was a little skeptical about it at first, but once she gave it some thought, she knew it was for the best. So, we found her the center available at the time. We got her checked into Dierks Health and Rehab in the next few weeks. She wasn't happy at first, but she slowly learned to like it. They put her in a ward with teenagers just like her. She slowly, but surely, got better and better. I loved watching her grow stronger and healthier every day. I would go and visit her every afternoon after school. Then one day she was all well, and she got to come