The time in my life I have decided to use for my crisis experience was quite overwhelming. My mother was diagnosed with cancer and it did not look promising. It was a very intense situation right from the start. I had so many questions and there were no answers. I had never been hit with news like that in my life. My emotions were flying around in my head. I was scared, anxious, and had no idea what was going to happen or if my mother was going to survive. While all this was happening; my father’s dad passed away, which put him over the edge. I look up to my dad; he has always been so strong for our family, but seeing him down and out like that scared me. That news put our family into the crisis stage. Emotions had taken over, we feared for my mother, …show more content…
I remember feeling lost because I was dealing with death for the first time. I felt like this was it. Life is just short - and you are suddenly just gone.The CauseMy grandmother had cancer and there was history on my mother’s side of the family. The fact that she had the gene and her stressful work attributed her being diagnosed. There were really no symptoms leading up to the diagnoses, she was just given the news one day. I am sure there were many factors that played a role, but that news just blindsides you. My grandfathers passing was from cancer as well and he was a healthy man. He never smoked and really didn’t drink much. He was on his farm a lot, so he ate farm raised foods and stayed in decent shape. However, farming was a stressful and physically demanding job, so this may have played a part in his illness. Regardless, both could not change their diagnoses. It was hard for our family to brace for that sort of emotional impact.
CRISIS EXPERIENCE3Behaviour of the ParticipantsThe behaviour in the whole situation just really
I remember our first days in US were difficult for me and my mother; especially, one night when I woke up and saw her fainting in the cold floor. I had panicked, I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t have a car, or phone to call anyone. I felt a shame of myself, I couldn’t help my own mother at the same time. Thankfully, one of my neighbors was awake, and she helped me with everything.
Grabbing the railing next to me. I scurry to pick my sheets up. Gripping my sheets tightly to my chest. unnoticeably a hand grasped my shoulder. I turned to face my mother, her reassuring face was all the reassurance
In a life changing year and a half, my mother went through radiation treatments and multiple surgeries. After her first surgery and a few weeks into radiation treatments my mother became gravely ill. She struggled to get out of bed and every day became a battle. When my brother and I could get away from school we would wait in the hospital with her. Her health
When I saw the flash of my mom 's headlights my body shook with fear and I held in a sob. My mom opened the front door and I ran to her, clinging to her like I did when I was a child. I felt the warmth of her skin against mine and listened for a moment to her heartbeat. “Can we talk about something?” I asked, letting go of my mom.
I felt myself fading away. I didn’t know what to think, what to say, how to react. I was stuck. I could hear in the distance my mom justifying herself and asking me to not tell anyone, as if I could. The walk back to my room seemed like an endless tunnel with no light at the end.
Her passing was a major loss because she was the only person that really loved me she taught me how to cook, we went fishing and we always attended church due to her spiritual beliefs in the lord. Foremost, she taught me how to pray and read the bible. Lastly, we took care of family member’s children and I took care of her in reality and the family member’s children at a young age. She needed me there because she was overweight and had a considerable health issues besides her heart.
Introduction Grief is defined as the neuropsychobiological response to any kind of significant loss, with elements both typical and unique to each individual or situation. The response is mostly associated with degrees of suffering, at times intense or even unbearable, and of widely variable duration. Grief is an individual or a larger group of individuals’ event where they are thrown out of equilibrium through changes brought on by loss. Mourning is the shared expression of a grief experience, where trying to attain a new equilibrium following any manner of loss or deficit, which include decreased function or role, loss of assumed health, and diminished dreams of the future. Grief and mourning together constitute the grief process, representing movement from life through death and back into life again.
Growing up, I had a cousin who had to have his arm and leg amputated due to cancer. We were young and visiting we didn’t understand what was going on. We wanted to ask questions, but his sickness scared us. We couldn’t imagine what he was dealing with, but we knew he was in considerable pain. My mom told us he was sick and was getting help from doctors.
My sister quickly filled my mother’s place, as we tried to keep our minds off of what just happened and focused on the fact that we had not eaten anything all morning. I could no longer produce tears. Accepting the fact that my grandmother is gone, is something that I know she wanted from her family. Thoughts of my grandmother being a statistic of cancer is heart wrenching. Leukemia did not win against my grandmother, but I also wish that she would have been able to get the necessary treatment she needed for a person her age.
I never want to feel what I felt that day again. That day I felt helpless, I was in pain seeing my mother have no other option but to stay silent. That day I saw no life left in her, she sat there with dried tears, unable to say or do anything about the situation. It was her fear holding her back, however, this never held me back. I focused on my aspirations and what I needed to do in order
Feelings of confusion, anger, and doubt flooded my head at that moment. I could not believe it; my own mother was diagnosed with stage three Lymphoma. Our little family of four would be strained for the next few months as the main caregiver underwent chemotherapy and other treatment. We all knew we would have to take more responsibilities around the house, but the true duties exceeded expectations. My mother 's responsibilities would have to be divided among my father, brother, and me.
Mortality is one of the hardest concepts to explain to a child because to them, life 's possibilities are endless, so life does not end either. When my mom 's father died, I was six. I barely knew what was happening, let alone what death was. To me, the grandfather that I saw rarely became the grandfather that I never saw. My parents hid their grief as far as I was aware.
Elizabeth Kübler Ross describes “denial” as the first stage in grief. She presents us the idea that “Some people can become locked in this stage when dealing with a traumatic change that can be ignored. Death of course is not particularly easy to avoid or evade indefinitely (Chapman, 2006).” Chronic illnesses can greatly impact the family members of the patient. The nurse must assess the family in order to deliver proper support and knowledge to help them transition through this life-altering
When I tumbled inside, I squeaked out a big, ¨HELLO, I 'M HOME!¨ A silence was the only thing that meet my ears. For a few minutes, I stood in the doorway as patiently as a kindergartener can. When I couldn 't take it any longer, I searched throughout the house with angst. Anxiety made my heart pound a million times per second.
I watched my mother fade away slowly as she was battling pancreatic cancer. I looked after her everyday as best as I could; however, the feeling of my eventual solitude was unbearable. The thought of my mother’s imminent demise made me feel like my heart was being continuously stabbed. Watching my mother suffer was one of the hardest things I have ever had to go through. After her passing; something changed in me, darkness filled where love once was.