The results came back. My eleven year old sister, my Riley had juvenile pilocytic astrocytoma. This is a rare type of childhood brain cancer. My gorgeous little sister with long brown hair, and beautiful blue eyes that anyone can get lost in might not have children, get married, or even wake up tomorrow morning. My mother and I started noticing that she was having trouble walking, seeing and she was throwing up. My mom decided to take her to the doctor, and he suggested to have her get an MRI. Today we got phone call from our doctor stating that she had cancer. I was in complete denial, until I realized that I had I stay strong for my best friend and help her through this tough moment in her life. Riley is the spitting image of me. We both
After we got back from the ER we received some blood from a Nurse that came to drop off some blood from a boy that was fifteen years old. The nurse said to the girls that the boy’s cancer had spread
It is January of 2005, and I am on my way to Columbus for my first chemotherapy. I was diagnosed with breast cancer in October of last year. My two sons, Jeff and Jason are coming along with me. Jeff is driving, Jason is in the passenger seat and I 'm in the back seat of Jeff’s 2002 GMC Envoy. I glance out the window and watch as we pass the Shoe.
A significant challenge that I faced in my life occurred when I suffered a traumatic brain injury in 8th grade. Due to the injury I faced, I was unable to attend school for about a month, and I had to undergo multiple therapies over the span of two years. During this difficult time in my life, I learned that sometimes people judge a person unfairly. While I went to therapy, I looked normal. I did not have any physical obscurities, and this gave people the assumption that I was “normal” and that I could pursue the same activities as them with the same vigor.
Last year was the hardest year ever for me, to hear a call saying my mother had cancer was scary. I knew she would beat it because she’s strong and I knew that it hurted her but she never showed it. Me being the daughter of my mother I knew i had to be strong for her, she always told me to “walk by faith and not by sight” so although the doctors said one thing I knew God had other plans.
Over the past four years I have seen more doctors than an average person will see in a lifetime. From endocrinologists to neurosurgeons, I have tirelessly sought medical treatment for multiple traumatic brain injuries I incurred at a young age. Through my personal struggle I learned that there is no adequate treatments for concussions and traumatic brain injuries in the State of New Mexico. Although the lack of these services forced me to seek treatment outside my community, it has become my main motivation to return to my community and share the knowledge I have been fortunate to receive through these many experiences. At the age of fourteen, I was the unfortunate recipient of four traumatic brain injuries, within a six-month time frame, that would result in a diagnosis of post-concussive syndrome.
My freshman year I went out for football even though there was a high percentage I wasn't going to play due to my last year traumatic brain injury. I went to practice and helped with everything and it was fine, less fun than I remember from years past. I got cleared and played and it still didn't seem like it used to due to me be scared at every hit against my head I was going to get another concussion. The year ended and I decided it was going to be my last year playing football. I thought to myself that I was going to need find another sport.
My childhood and my innocence came crashing down when my dad told me the worst sentence that I’ve ever heard in my life, “Your mom has cancer”. There is nothing, no amount of mental or physical pain you can inflict me with, that could compare to what I felt in that moment. My dad gave us the news after my mom was taken to the hospital in the middle night because she could not breathe. So while we were hoping for her to breathe safely, we get hit with an even worse situation. I was a mess.
At first when I was told I would be able to speak my mind as to what my thoughts would be on the effects of what happened and what Mr. Wilson should receive as a time to serve I knew exactly what to say, but when you begin putting pen to paper you get lost and all the fears and anxiety continue at a high level. Below are what continue to haunt me and my children on a daily basis. I still recall the time you woke up and looked over at me with this crazed look in your eyes. You kicked me so hard in my right jaw and right upper arm. I fell into the night stand, then onto the floor next to the bed.
For example, Butler (2000) conducted a study on a seventeen-year-old male who had an extremely traumatic brain injury. A year later, he did not response to command and fully dependent for all care needs. He needed self-care; he remained grossly disoriented, perseverative and distractible. He begin treatment with on 5 mg olanzapine in, which he saw a total positive response. He gained auditory comprehension, sustained attention, participation in activities of daily living and in the initiation and maintenance every day interactions.
Known to me and my sister as Mimi, our grandma was diagnosed with early stage lung cancer in October of 2016. When she first got the news, she was devastated and began to let doubt take over. With so many scary questions spinning around her mind, Mimi could not help but to think the worst. It was like she was frozen in the mindset that she was going to lose everything. My grandpa even shaved his own head so she would not have to go through the loss of her hair alone.
“Your grandma has cancer,” These four words were very difficult to swallow at a young age. Dealing with death so young can be very confusing and difficult to cope with. Not only is losing a family member tragic, but losing a family member who you cared so much about can really take a toll on your life. I know it took a toll on me when I lost my grandmother. It still does till this day.
On September 24, 2013, my mother was diagnosed with Stage 3 breast cancer. I was only a freshman in high school and I was completely and utterly devastated. Through her journey of countless surgeries, chemo and radiation treatments, and heartbreak, my burning passion of becoming a doctor has continued to grow. I will be honest, I once was the student who earned all A 's and one or two B 's, and although I always cared for my grades, I never put in as much effort as I could have given.
The Side Effects Cancer was something that happened in my life that I did not see coming. No of course it was not me who was hit with the big C. This happened to my sister when I was in the 6th grade. This took a major change for me and it changed who I am today. My step-mom told me when we left walmart.
Miss Alice Park, in the article in the Times Magazine, describes the inequality between the medical field, insurance companies, and their patients. More and more people cannot afford medical attention, either due to bills piling up, or insurance declination. Cancer is a major issue globally, yet people are not getting treated due to insurance declination. The issue is, the medical field is always advancing their practices, leaving insurance companies to play catch up. Doctors have the medicine to help cancer patients, but are unable to distribute them, for the patients not being able to afford them.
The cancer was back in her lungs, also as stage four. She tried chemotherapy, but it didn’t help, so she had to accept her fate. I spent as much time as I could with her. She and I were always