Descriptive Essay: Alzheimer's Deprawl

My grandmother dying, left me in a gray area of insecurity and instability. During her hospital stay, I don’t think it hit me how much her fright, affected me. In fact, for months I hid it in the back of my mind, so that I would not approach my fears. This is because I grew up with a silent and firm stance, that life had meaning and heaven was our end. But reflecting on my grandmother’s fear, I came to an uncertainty of my faith.

My mother says and sighs. She has lived in this city her whole life. She can speak two languages. She can sing an

It seemed like she never had time to take care of herself because there were always meetings at school, homework assignments and housework to be done after work. Finally, Samantha decided that she should go to the hospital to have some tests done. Her next door neighbor, Jessie, volunteered to watch the children. Jessie worked as a bingo cashier in Las Vegas, and she already had five children of her own. While an additional three children would make their home cramp, Jessie and her husband figured that it would not be too difficult to handle for just a weekend.

“Well Adam, it doesn 't seem like you 're feeling up to leaving today, are you sure you want to wait to go home tomorrow?” My nurse Jackie said. I laughed, “That 's quite the joke Jackie, I think I 'll leave today I can 't stay another day.” Jackie extended her small hand towards my arm, “Okay, I 'll help you up and walk you out” “No, if I 'm going to leave I need to do it myself.

In return, the post-crisis was

My whole family saw it coming, but we didn 't think it all come at once. My aunt had the same illness twice, and the second did the killing. She didn 't come around much because she didnt want the family to see her. Her illness made her weak and frail, and it was sad to see because she has always been a very strong women. We got the phone call, and i knew instantly what it was.

I believe getting “up close and personal” helped me on a path to look beyond “self” and look to the needs of others less fortunate. Not just reading about homelessness or hearing about it, but seeing firsthand the horrors of homelessness. There are a myriad of reasons why a person becomes homeless, job loss, untreated mental illness, a catastrophic event in their life, or substance abuse, to name just a few.

Although she was unhappy no one in her family knew she wanted to leave until she was already gone. In a letter she was writing to her family Marilyn said, “I have kept all these feelings inside me for a long time”. This inward questioning about whether she should stay at home and become the perfect housewife, or if she should chase her dream of becoming a doctor is what defines Marilyn as a character. She has all of these aspirations however, due to the social norms around her she is forced to choose between two separate lives. This decision and specifically the letter relates back to the title where it hints at secrets kept by characters in the novel.

I needed to be able to make my own decisions without doubt whispered in my ear. I needed to be able to have fun and to make my happiness a priority, as Alaina had so often in the past reminded me, and I realized then, that I needed to do that without her, if she wasn’t going to support my efforts on that front. I needed to please myself for once, instead of bending over backwards to please her. I had enjoyed time I had spent with Alaina, that was true, but recently, I’d only been agreeing to see her for fear of fury at refusal.

Carter wasn’t feeling well and they still sent her home, even when her parents were raising concerns because she was too weak to walk. Amy Carter passed 19 days in home getting worse, without eating or drinking and losing too much weight. Her parents were worried and decided to go to the hospital again. She

Leon walked the corridor leading to the royal quarters. The silence of the halls and the echoing of his footsteps in the once lively castle stood out as a stark reminder of the new normal that had come over the kingdom. Arthur had been gone nearly a month now and the pall that still reigned over the castle and Camelot in general was evident. Guinevere was doing her best to maintain composed in an uncertain time, but he knew she was struggling.

Because Rosemary grows up thinking she was the reason Fern was sent away, she has to live with an immense amount of guilt on her shoulders. Her perception of family is affected because she considered Fern a real part of her family, which already begins to combat the elder generation’s perspective on the general construct of a family. This simple act of accepting Fern into the family displays the gap between the different generations. The moment she left, the entire family atmosphere changed and although their “typical American family” image was more traditional and catered more towards the elder generation’s perspective, their overall family ambience became dark and somber. Rosemary reflects on her past, stating, “Whoever I was before [Fern] is no one I ever got to know” (Fowler 138).

I went to St.Mary 's Mercy Hospital for my job shadow experience. I went alone to the job shadowing and I did not go with any of my peers. The person I job shadowed was my mom 's friend, Her name is Victoria Johnson. The type of career I observed was a nurse 's aide. Her job did not look easy as she described it.

My grandfather was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s in early 2005. Visiting him every few years, I could see his recognition abilities deteriorating as the disease progressed. Eventually, he reached the point where he nearly forgot everyone except the one person he had spent the most time with; his wife. At the time of his death in 2013, he was in the advanced stage of Alzheimer’s. My experience with my grandfather and realizing that although many people have to go through this, there is not much awareness of these diseases, inspired me to choose dementia as my topic of interest.

The cool air swoops in and out behind me as the door slams close. Immediately I feel the pressure of hundreds of eyes glaring at me. I glide my feet down the school hallway, secretly hoping that today will be different. Today I can avoid all the drama and pain. I arrive at my locker and open it, only for it to be shut a second later by the wannabee herself Ms. Amber Jones.