In previous years I had barely missed any school so missing was hard on me. The day I had to get surgery quickly approached. My parents and I arrived to the hospital around 6:00 a.m. The doctors took me back and began to get me prepared. I was under operation for about three hours.
I did better than I expected. I was not joyful when the practice ended, but as I realized there that hockey would be my favorite sport. For most of the practice, I got propelled soon as I saw my father again, I told him how excited I was to play. The entire first practice altered my life
Her doctor, Dr. Sottiurai had ordered her to have bilateral arteriograms to see what could be the cause of the poor circulation. The hospital that Dr. Sottiurai was located were unable to perform the procedure, so she was transferred to another hospital under another doctor by the name of Dr. Lang who performed the procedure on the incorrect location, the procedure was performed on the thigh instead of the elbows. The procedure seemed to go well, however shortly after her procedure her condition started to deteriorate and ultimately she suffered from a stroke 11 days after and passed away. Her children filed a lawsuit claiming that the incorrect procedure was performed and that the patient had not consented to
The doctor said you only have months or weeks left to live. Are you going to try to battle against the illness or are you going to let death run its natural course? No matter the decision you choose, you should make sure you have a DPOA, living will, and have a conversation with your loved ones. Many people don’t fill out the paperwork or have these hard talks. Then, in their final days they realize they hadn 't talked much about the process of dying even though they knew the disease was progressing, and the end was coming.
Two years in a row I received a concussion in summer off-season training. I kept thinking: why did this happen to me, it's not fair, and why is God doing this to me? I was depressed and angry. I questioned God many times. The doctor said that one more concussion and I could have serious brain damage, if not already.
One of the most significant events in my life was when I had to get surgery on my back, right on top of my tailbone. Having surgery has affected every part of my life, and even though it happened over three years ago, it still has an impact on me. During the Thanksgiving Break of my freshman year of High School was when I found out what was happening to me, I was at a family dinner with a horrible pain on my back. Going through the actual process of getting ready for the surgery was long and complicated, especially since I had to wait till the school year ended because I would have missed over three months of school. After the actual surgery I was in bed all day and was unable to get up except for doctor appointments.
So far, my life has been full of change. I was born in, India, and moved around for many of the early years of my life. I went from, Toronto, Dayton, Cincinnati, Wheaton, and finally, Elk Grove Village, in a six-year span of my life. These formative years were great for me because my parents always pushed me to do my best. Academically, I was pushed into performing the best I could such as trying my best in English class even though it was a struggle in the beginning.
My parents urged me to keep trying and thankfully I never gave up and kept playing. By the end of the class my game was much better and I was finally keeping up with the other kids and from that point on I never looked back and my love for playing hockey continued to grow. After completing the class I joined the youth roller hockey league at the community center. Playing in the league taught me the fundamentals of hockey from basic skills like skating to what its like playing on a team and what it takes to win games and achieve the ultimate goal of winning a championship. Since then I have played hockey on a variety of levels from house leagues to travel leagues.
However, he had continued to breathe on his own for two weeks before he was transferred to our unit. Upon further assessment, he was “brain dead.” His other organs were trying to shut down. He was on every antibiotic imaginable, he had a PEG tube, and could no longer keep his body temperature regulated correctly. His ex-wife was making all of the decisions for him, even though the patient’s kids were disagreeing with his care. The patient’s kids wanted to let their dad go peacefully (no more PEG tube, no antibiotics, etc.).
I started out with lessons at Hatfield Ice, my local ice skating rink. These lessons helped a little, but since it was not a private lesson, I did not learn as much as I had hoped. In the meantime, I had started my freshman year at Lansdale Catholic High School (LC), where I had made so many new friends; some of which played for LC’s girl’s ice hockey team. They all wanted to me join, but I still wanted to get better before committing to a serious team. However, one of my best friends, Dyani, had her mom tell the team’s coach that I would be attending one of their practices - I was forced to go.
I did not know this would be so hard to deal with, but it was. With tears in my eyes I kept questioning god why this had to be happening to me. The doctors explained to me that my baby got sick from being in my stomach so long after my water broke. I did not want to be away from her, every morning my trips to the NICU were the hardest. Seeing her with tubes, and all the stuff made me upset.
I remember that morning perfectly, Macy and I left to begin our road trip to Florida. We woke up at 5:00 a.m. ,and her grandparents were coming to pick us up at 5:30a.m. to begin our trip. We went to bed late the previous night because we were just so excited to be going together and so we could sleep in the car. Talking about the pictures we were gonna take, the places we would go, the beaches we would see, shopping, and more.
My body was tired but my mind was determined. There was a voice in the back of my head saying give up, but Sean Hampton’s words spoke louder “Victory is the child of preparation and determination.” Those words constantly repeated in my head. They made me push myself. I prepared and was determined to be
Mr.Prokes understood me. He knew what i wanted to do with my life, when I wanted to do it and how I was gonna do it. I never would 've thought that I would leave him the first year I met him. All though, he emailed my mother saying: "Dear Jeri Johnson, Your son this year had a rough year. Myself and Mr.Pargaen tried to make it better, but this class needs serious help.
The reason that internal bleeding was such a possibility was because this was my third concussion. They told me that I had whiplash, and a severe concussion. The doctor giving us these results was the true moment that I found out that I’d never be able to play sports again, and it killed me to hear that. I was discharged after being in the ER for about five hours, and I finally got to go home. This day was what caused my eleven month struggle with Post Concussion Syndrome, over a year of stomach issues, weight loss, and also several months of depression.