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When the call came in from the hospital, my heart sank. "Mrs. Burns?" The woman continued without letting me answer. "Your husband is fine, but he's here at the hospital and insists on speaking to you," she said. "Okay," I answered, wondering what on earth had happened. "They said I'm fine," my husbands voice quivered. "I wanted you to know where I am in case I die." Feeling ill for most of the day, my husband had left work early. While driving home, he'd broken out in a sweat. His heart raced, his stomach felt queasy, and he had chest pains. Afraid he'd had a heart attack, he drove himself to the hospital's emergency room where they immediately checked him out. When the test results came back, my husband's heart …show more content…
was fine. He'd had a panic attack and left the hospital with prescribed medication. Unfortunately his medication had huge side effects, and while my husband led an extremely stressful life, part of me felt determined that he could mentally keep the attacks at bay by maintaining a positive attitude. However, his fear of experiencing another attack, often brought the attacks on, usually in the middle of the night, after we'd fallen asleep. Suddenly, we dreaded going to bed. While I'd always suffered from insomnia, my husband's attacks wore me out and I'd find myself weary and immediately falling asleep. As soon as I'd drifted off, I'd hear my husband' voice crying out for me in the dark. When I switched on the light, I'd find him terrified, his face pale and clammy, his body trembling like the leaves on an aspen tree. Nothing I said or did comforted him and once he finally calmed down, I felt guilty for the times I'd felt a twinge of irritation after he'd fallen back to sleep while I'd stayed wide awake for the rest of the night. One evening, completely exhausted from a week of attacks, I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow and had a horrendous nightmare. I found myself in a store, surrounded by crowds of shoppers. One minute I felt fine, the next my heart raced wildly, I felt a terrible dread as my stomach grew queasy and I broke out in a sweat. Normally, I considered myself a strong-willed person, one who could control my emotions and calm myself down, but this time no matter what I tried, I found myself completely out of control. Horrified, the harder I fought these feelings, the worse I felt. Before I knew it I found myself screaming out. People tried calming me down, reassuring me I was okay. Right in the store, in front of everyone, I had a complete meltdown which jolted me awake. Wringing wet and emotionally exhausted, I glanced at my husband, still deep in slumber and had more compassion than ever for what he was going through.
Finally, I understood that my husband's attacks entailed more than "being strong" and handling it. I'd felt the terror, the uncontrollable dread that engulfed him as well as his physical symptoms. Although I still felt helpless when it came to helping him, my dream made me more determined than ever to find safe treatment options, but most of all it helped my irritations and feelings of guilt. After stumbling in my husband's shoes, my perception of his attacks changed forever reminding me to never judge anyone or what they're going through. With an understanding heart, our night time events turned into a routine. From then on when my husband called out, I'd calmly awaken, hold my husband and reassure him all would be well, and head upstairs to make him our magical potion--a hot steamy mug of soothing catnip tea. Eventually, a change in my husband's circumstances removed the source of unbearable stress, which thankfully ended his attacks, but if he ever needs it again, I'm sure our cats won't mind sharing their huge container of homegrown
catnip.
At Ten P.m on September 23, 2006, my mother Kelli Elizabeth Dicks was hit by a car on Route 146 southbound trying to cross the high speed lane. She was being picked up by a friend. Instead of taking the exit and coming to the other side of the highway, her ride suggested she run across the street. The impact of the car caused her to be thrown 87 feet away from the original impact zone and land in a grassy patch of land, her shoes stayed where she was hit. She was immediately rushed to Rhode Island Hospital where she was treated for serious injuries. When she arrived at the hospital she was rushed into the operating room for an emergency surgery. The amount of injuries she sustained were unbelievable. She broke 18 different bones, lacerated her liver and her spleen, ruptured her bladder, and she collapsed both lungs. When she went in for her emergency operation, and had her
This is crazy. Why am I afraid? I’m acting as if this is my first funeral. Funerals have become a given, especially with a life like mine, the deaths of my father, my uncle and not my biological mother, you would think I could be somewhat used to them by now. Now I know what you’re thinking, death is all a part of life. But the amount of death that I’ve experienced in my life would make anyone cower away from the thought. This funeral is nothing compared to those unhappy events.
Though we all experience it on some level, a situation that may cause emotional strain to one person can be seen as asinine to someone else. When humans are physically hurting in the same way, we may be given the same type of medicine. Healing Dreams function as our own personalized remedy; they may instruct us, disgust us, move us, comfort us, but all of them grab our attention and metamorphose our perspectives, attitude, and do not call for typical thoughts after waking. Even if someone has never paid any mind to their dreams before, Healing Dreams can elicit a certain feeling that unintentionally changes something in our spirits, like listening to a song or looking at a piece of art that moves us, but not being able to pinpoint exactly why. The word “dream” in itself means “to be made healthy and strong” in Hebrew (Barasch 80), which is very telling, and though they may not always be understood, we must not flee from this free remedy that provides us rich insight in a positive transformation of
It is amazing how many things we take for granted. We make plans for the day, and don't think twice about how those plans can be taken away in the blink of an eye. I never thought much about it myself, until I was faced with the shock, and undeniable truth of my cousin's death. I don't think anyone really thinks about tragedy until they are actually faced with shocking news.
Death a familiar friend, who seemed to always show up when I least expect it. Somehow when he appeared and blindsided me, I should have known. Things never can stay that good for long. My grandmother, taken by death to once again be reunited with her soul mate after years of morning. With this came the harsh effects of the diagnosis, the hospital visits at all hours, medication, death, and home.
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“I am your husband,” I told her. As she lay there in the hospital bed, her face appeared worried and she looked as confused as a lost puppy dog.
My father passed away in 1991, two weeks before Christmas. I was 25 at the time but until then I had not grown up. I was still an ignorant youth that only cared about finding the next party. My role model was now gone, forcing me to reevaluate the direction my life was heading. I needed to reexamine some of the lessons he taught me through the years.
"I'll start my search there. We won't lose hope that she may still be alive, but don't lose your sense of reality either." His voice had a coldness to it and his face looked like someone whose life was taken out of him.
What made the death of my mother a stressor for me was that besides the fact that I lost my mother, her passing was so sudden; she was alive when I went to bed that night and then she was not when I woke up the next morning. She had been unwell for a really long time, but none of us had ever thought that it was bad enough to take her life. Her death affected every aspect of my life and my family’s life; it forever changed my relationship with my father and it will continue to affect how my family operates for the rest of our lives. If she had not died, then my father would not have remarried and I would not have gotten a stepmother; that is just another aspect that was permanently altered by one event. On top of that, she passed away at home
As the body sleeps, reality becomes replaced with the dream world, a fanciful place where the innermost being is found cowering like a creature vying to be freed. Some people have vivid dreams that are life-like; others cannot recall having dreamed. One concept is for sure, the dream world is one where the mind runs a free course. Images buried deep inside, thoughts avoided throughout the day, and unrealistic situations take hold. These images may turn into a peaceful dream of amazement and wonder, or they may take a frightening turn, dragging the mind into a state of horror and dread. The situations can become all too real, grasping at the outer edges of the mind, pushing the dream over the boundaries the body normally allows.