My mom mad frequent stops to see me but couldn’t stay long because she had my sister to take care as well as work. I went home on the sixth day and had to return to the hospital the next day. My stomach was in more pain then what I had before I went the first time. I can’t remember anything past arriving at the emergency room, until the point that I woke up to my grandmother singing with the gospel channel on the hospital TV (she had the most beautiful voice. It was also the first time I ever heard her sing).
When we were going there or got I woke up for 2 seconds and passed out again for the rest of the night. My mom took me in, and I got my stitches under my eyebrow. The doctor gave her something so she can take out my stitches. I didn’t know how it looked like when we got home. When I woke up I was shocked because I didn’t know what happened last night.
This started out as a normal day at school but I suddenly felt sick during the middle of the school day, so I went to the nurse and I had a fever plus lunch didn’t agree with me. She called my mom but she didn’t answer her phone.
I broke my tibia, fibula and cracked my platelet in my ankle. My mom rushed me to a hospital where we waited two hours for me to be seen. After a while my mom got frustrated and very impatient she then helped me back into the car and rushed me to children’s hospital where they wheeled me to an emergency room and put me to sleep. They began to place my bones back into place.
I never really fully cried, but I did loose a lot of sleep after my grandparents death. My mother was worried for a while because I would not sleep and my health was beginning to diminish. She ended up taking me to the doctor and they declared that I was suffering from insomnia. There was no explanation, but I knew that I was still grieving my grandparents, it was the only way that I could; since no one would know that I would cry in the middle of the night. About a couple of months later, everything was beginning to go back to normal, I still do not have the courage to speak about my grandmother or grandfather without shedding a tear.
Month after month she would suffer abdominal pains that were so severe, at times she would have to leave her college classes and go home. Tia suffered with symptoms for many years before she consulted a physician who diagnosed her with something called endometriosis. This was heart wrenching to her as she was told it could affect her ability to have children. She then underwent two laparoscopic surgeries to help manage her condition. After this she decided to take a more wholistic approach and try and modify her diet.
I lost my aunt to esophageal cancer in November of 2011, after that I lost my grandmother who was perfectly healthy in April of 2012. That was less than seven months all while going to school and working. I had no time to grieve or give up. I had to continue with my responsibilities and help my mother and take care of my autistic son. That was not an easy task to achieve.
I tried to sleep it off, but could not sleep; I could not even walk without limping. I skipped school the next day because of it and just stayed in my bed all day. At night, my father took me to the hospital to see what was wrong with me. It turns out that my appendix needed to be removed. It ruptured on my way to the hospital, luckily they were able to fix the problem by putting me to sleep, and performing surgery to remove it.
I never was hungry and I had to force myself to eat and she did not like the fact that sometimes I would skip a meal and still give her the milk. She said it's not healthy milk and she said she would prefer to give her formula instead of eating one per day and giving her milk. She works at the hospital and said she knows a lot of moms who the baby bit the nipples off or a whole bunch of stuff with breasts.
Later that morning, we arrived at Gordmans and paced through the store looking for bargains. I tried to shop, but was too distracted. Finding a chair, I sat and hoped my mom was doing okay. Finally my dad called and told Joy that my mom was rushed to the emergency room for a C-section. An overwhelming sense of panic ran through my body.
The pain did not go away. I was at the doctor again the next week for worrying back pain starting. The pain was near my kidneys which was not only worrying me, but everyone else. After a many doctor visits, my mom was worried about me for a completely different reason. She thought I was missing too much school.
We just got back from our dads about a week after the announcement. We got back to the house and that’s when I saw a sign that said sold, and this time I started crying on the inside and the outside. My mom, asked “What’s wrong?” “told her I never wanted to move!” and ran into my room crying in anger and sadness. Just about a week later I asked some of my friends if they would help me pack up some boxes and say our
The first essay I chose to read was called I Am in Dementia Prison with My Mom, Janet had no prior knowledge or understanding as to why her mother’s health, mind, and thought process was deteriorating. She couldn’t come to terms with her mom being mental sick and when she did she had help and support from her entire family. The second was titled Transferring Mom was New, But Restlessness and Inactivity Kindled her Agitation. Against her and he husband better judgment she took her mom to the store. I believe she did this because she did not want to tell her mom no, as a caregiver, especially to a loved one sometime following your intuition and saying no can be difficult
SFC Joe Smith came into the classroom where I was conducting the computer updates cussing and screaming. I tried to explain to him that if I conducted the updates as he requested I would be late picking up my daughter from the daycare. He did not
Susan Williams wants to raise awareness about Dementia Lewy Bodies (DLB), a brain disease that claimed the life of Robin Williams. In an interview People, Nov. 5, 2015, Susan said that no one knew Robin had DLB until after the autopsy confirmed their findings. Although his death was a traumatic experience for Susan, her pain, and sense of loss came when she was forced into a legal battle over Robin’s estate. In two and a half weeks after Robin passed away, the trustees entered the house and started taking things away.