We were not able to see him until he was done with the after surgery test and scans. When he was moved from the recovery room to the intensive care room, my mom and I got ushered up to his room. It has been 16 sleepless hours since I have last seen my dad. The sanitary smell of the hospital was starting to become natural. Before hand, I was told that my dad would not look the same.
On the bright side, I awoke up to smiling faces and having my loved ones gathering around me. Despite all that pain I was in the hospital workers and my family made it just like home to me. As I previously said I was in the hospital for a week due to physical therapy daily and draining the toxic fluids from my body to make sure it wouldn’t affect my health in the near future. Also, I had a very hard time getting up on my own and walking. It was a struggle to even use the bathroom by myself.
At that night, Janette was put to sleep using drugs. Next day, 26th of October, 1995. Janette has been sent into the operation center to get the fetus out. In the middle of the operation, Janett 's heart stopped beating. However at that time John was already born, sadly his mother passed.
The inferior lobe, lower part, of my left lung is scar tissue and I don’t get as much as oxygen as the “normal” person does. I spent a large amount of time in the hospital in an oxygen tent during the first few years of my life. The doctors put me on a transplant list, but, my mom argued with the doctors and told them that she didn’t want me to have a transplant. When I was three, I received a diagnosis of asthma. This new diagnosis led to more hospital time, more medications and more doctors informing my mom I needed a transplant, still, she resisted.
He ended up back in the hospital but not for that reason, the doctors said he had pneumonia, which was a shock. His mental status got a lot worse, he cried and cried. All he kept saying was ”they’re bringing my son home in a box.” The doctors said that he was going to need a lot of therapy. On Monday June 27th my daddy was discharged from the hospital. I actually went home for the very first time since by brother passed that night, but I wished I never did.
What that teacher said prompted many doctors appointments and tests and speech therapies. That is a lot for a fourth grader to take on. One doctor told my mom I had aspergers and that I would never make it anywhere just as my teacher had told me. My mom was not going to take that answer, she took me to a specialist who diagnosed me with something else. What this doctor diagnosed me with fit much better and explained a lot to my mom and I.
That call was the call I never wished we had gotten, the call telling us that my beloved Ruby Mama, the ruler of my heart had died. I remember slipping down, the cold wall rubbing against my back. I remember hearing my aunt cry, but everything seemed so far away to me. It was as if time were moving in an infinite loop around me, and I was trapped in oblivion. The next few days were nothing more than a blur- I remember my family coming home in an ambulance, everyone crying, the funeral, the solitude I felt.
PROLOGUE Notes from Donna’s parents and sister . . . When Donna was born, her skin was so raw from eczema that she could not lay on the sheets in the hospital without her skin coming off, so we went home the day after she was born. From that very moment, we were praying for her to be healed.
Pain comes in different ways and in different scenarios for each person and even pets, but with perseverance we can get through these painful times in our life. In the book The Call of the Wild, Buck, the main character gets shipped from owner to owner, coming out of each owners care, not in the best state of health. Often times he returns beaten and starved, but with perseverance he keeps on running and eats back to health. Much like Buck, my mom persevered. While just starting her adulthood she had a major brain surgery, which caused a lot of severe pain.
The thing is that, I was talking to my brother-in-law. When I opened my eyes, no one was actually there. This was in between sleep, dream and waking up…weird. So, the following day, I still had the severe headache. My mother had decided to take me to the doctor.
My family was going through a tough time, all they wanted were answers. All that night I had to drink a drink the doctor’s gave me to get ready for surgery that early morning. What? Another surgery my incision wasn’t close to healing before they opened me back up. The morning of the surgery came, and the doctor came in my room told my family if you guys would have brought her in any later then yesterday Ms. Jessica would have died.
I asked what happened & it turns out that the day the doctor called, he wanted to put me on stronger medication. But we never went, so i had some complications. The same day he called, my mom came home from the store & found me laying on the floor, unconscious & callled 911. Turns out i was in a coma for 5 days now. The whole "Christmas party " had just been like a dream.
I was the exact opposite, a sixteen year old male! She continued to say that the aneurysm has been found at an early stage but that I still needed a brain surgery as soon as possible. When she said that I completely broke down crying, here I was studying for a law exam and the next thing I know is a doctor telling me they have to operate on my brain. My dad then told Dr.Hoffman about my law exam and said how can he notify my school of my situation in order to reschedule my exam
A three months pregnant teenager was declared dead after her mysterious collapse at her home in Honduras. Her family members called a priest believing she was possessed by an evil spirit when they saw the teenager fell unconscious and foaming at her mouth. Relatives of Neysi Perez, 16, said that the teenager woke up in the night to use the toilet when they saw her passed out after hearing a gunfire outside. They recall that the priest who came tried to exorcise Perez but became unresponsive. They rushed the teenager to the nearest hospital but was pronounced dead by the doctors three hours later.
Patrick suffered from epilepsy and hydrocephalus after a premature birth. The mother began making weekly trips to the hospitals with Patrick to get anti-seizure medications. The nine-year-old boy 's health began to decline. He was having hallucinations, seizure, problems walking and breathing. The nine-year-old child was flown to St. Louis Children’s Hospital after he had a seizure at school.