Over the next approximately 6 months, Peg made an amazing recovery and though she was the last of the 4 other girls to get to Sheltering Arms she was the first to be discharged to go home. She shared many great memories with the girls and Peg’s parents came every Sunday not only for Peg but for Dorothy, Alice, Shirley, and Renee. The day Peg was discharged, her mother took her out early and they drove to The University Hospital so Peg can walk for him. It was a great accomplishment and not many were able who were diagnosed with polio. Many were restricted to iron lungs, wheelchairs, walking sticks, and some passed away.
My classmates immediately told me that she was a real witch and no matter how hard I would work, I should not expect to get anything higher than “C”. Nevertheless, I tried my best and just in two months, I was on a way to a stable “B”. Right after the New Year vacation Dr. W. decided to give us a test. Coincidentally, on the same day, my father was going to have a complicated surgery. My mother and I took him to the hospital and waited there for 10 hours.
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.
It was the last day of 2009, and the time was 5:43 in the evening. Everyone had gone to the hospital, except for one of my aunts, my baby brother and I. Ruby Mama’s youngest daughter called, saying that her condition had become critical, and that we should pray. My aunt and I prayed in silence, while my brother played with his parrot. The phone rang again at 5:45, and I remember it being so loud I was afraid my ears were going to bleed. 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.
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.
After 10 hours in the hospital I could finally meet my daughter, and for 15 minutes I couldn’t stop crying. I still can remember when the doctor asked me why I was crying, because the worst part related to pain had happened already and I could hardly answer that it was not pain, but emotion. Here was when loads of changes came. I started with little changes like being careful when I was crossing the street, because I was not alone in the world anymore, until big changes like a mutation of my sleeping style, because being a mom means that you can never fall into a deep sleep, so you become a dolphin; sleeping with an eye closed and the other open, or like a cat, waking up (and freaking up internally) with the minimum whining of your
After several months of anxious waiting, Government granted exit visas for four of us, and for my parents. While I quit work, Victor continued working two, sometimes three jobs. Our Aunt Ghenya, who finally at her advanced age, lived in very decent conditions, was totally confused and lost. She was 70 years old and she did not need America; watching and trusting Russian TV propaganda, she knew that America is an awful place, where people are dying on the streets. The prospect of leaving our new comfortable apartment, familiar life and moving into unknown ruined her health I am quite certain of it.
She would be 80 years old or even a little older and in the hospital with our whole family there to see her and help out with things. Then, she would die because of old age. I didn’t imagine her dying at the age of 65, in her own house alone, struggling by herself with a heart attack happing. My cousins Marissa and April were too late to save her. They went to go check on her, but they were too late.
Whenever I got there I walked in the door of my grandmothers house with a smile on my face because I was so happy to see everyone but when I was greeted at the door by my grandmother crying I knew something was wrong because she never cried at least not in front of me. I asked what was wrong but all she could say was go put your stuff down and and come back to the table there is something we need to talk about. For a second I thought I had done something wrong but it wasn’t me it was my aunt. She had been diagnosed with stage 4 breast cancer and was going to need a lot of
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.
A 15 year old boy with leukemia had just passed away in front of me and his mom. He was fine that morning, but then he suddenly started gasping, and was dead within few minutes. I just felt like I was blind; I couldn’t breathe. I ran to the supervisor (a nun sister), who was rounding with the main doctor. She told me to tell his mother not to cry loudly; that may disturb the rounds.
I was going to have to stay at the hospital for a few days until I was better. When I heard this, I got really scared. I had never spent the night in any place besides home before. Living in the hospital for three days wasn’t very fun. My mother stayed by my side day and night, while my other family members came to visit me occasionally.
The Fact In the case, a 22-year-old woman was born in a small town and has mental disability “Down syndrome” and repeated pneumonia. However, her father left the family, which consists of Ms. T, her mother and younger sister when she was in age of 6. She could do her simple duties and enjoy watching TV. 22 year later, she was having serious pneumonia that causes kidney failure and liver damage. Thus, she was in need of dialysis that would help to live for 10-20 years or she would probably die within a few weeks due to not performing dialysis.
Mary reported she fell at home on Saturday but did not tell anyone until her son David came to the home later that day. Mary reported "I am just getting old and having lots of problems". Mary explained to her son she could not walk and he called an ambulance. Mary stated she does not like to bother her children with her problems because they are all very busy people. Mary was wearing the same night gown and bathrobe she was transported to the hospital in.