It was 7 in the evening, the EMS rolled in a 12-month-old to our Emergency department. The infant was in respiratory distress, had cold, clammy skin. While awaiting the vitals, his mother admitted that he was having fever and diarrhea for 2 days and had a history of underdeveloped brain. Temperature was 105F, tachycardia and tachypnea seen and BP was not recordable. We immediately started resuscitating the baby.
“It was the best of times; it was the worst of times.” The summer before sixth grade I discovered I had a severe case of Scoliosis. I had an 80 degree curve in addition to my spine being twisted. However; the most devastating thing about it was not fixable with a brace. My pre-teen life consisted of copious amounts of MRI’s, consultations, and doctors appointments. During my consultations, I had the choice of the “big” surgery, where they fix it all at once, or the multiple surgeries where the surgeon would fix one vertebrae every six months.
I asked my Grandmother, when you finally went for your scan and the results came out positive what was your first reaction? She answered in tears and said i immediately fell to the ground in shock, “I suffered through the treatment and ended up in breast conserving surgery were i got my left side breast removed, over a 2 months of healing after being in hospital for 1 week after my surgery, after a couple of months after my surgery i went for my weekly check up and the Doctor then informed me that i had to get a mastectomy done on my right breast because the cancer cells had spread too and also a bit just by armpit , i am now 77 and finally recovered from the removal of both my breast and now i am proud to say i am Cancer free but in saying that i will never again hesitate getting a check up to insure I’m well. Because my grandmother was a victim to this disease me and my 5 sisters have a great chance of also getting breast cancer. My grandmother asked me to research some of the symptoms that could possible indicate that i may have breast
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.
I found out that I had SC five years ago. I am still trying to get rid of the twitching. The doctors believed that the twitches could 've been gone in six months; on the other hand they thought that the twitches could last my entire life. I have many treatments that are trying to get rid of the twitching. I have medications that I have to take every morning to help with the amount of twitching and tics.
He stood up in embarrassment and angry because he knew what happened. He tried to wake me up, but I passed out from the choking. The next morning when I awoke, my mom told me what happened. I had purple, black bruises around my throat while my mom suffered from broken
and there was nothing I could do about it. A few weeks had passed and my rash had finally dissolved. I had to relearn how to move my left knee and to walk efficiently, because I was on crutches for a month. This was definitely a challenge for me, it hurt to move my left leg, and thinking about walking was a different story. Even though after a few months of my father and my surgeon telling me that I would not be able to play sports, it had finally hit me what they were saying was true.
I still remember July 31, 2015 like it was yesterday. I was lying in bed at five in the morning, contemplating the day I had ahead of me on a warm summer morning. Hearing a knock on my bedroom door, my mom walked in and whispered that she was leaving for the hospital with my dad. All I could manage to do was hug her. My mom was scheduled to be induced to have my youngest brother, Andrew.
I ended up being sent to our local hospital for a CT scan. That’s the day I learned that I really hate IV’s. I refused to even move my right arm in fear that it would poke something else. When the scan came back, they reported finding suspicious spots in the tumor (although at the time they thought it was just a cyst.) They referred me to the UK hospital that night.
Introduction Four years ago, my grandmother had to make one of the hardest decisions for her 10-year-old pug, Lady. Lady was a huge part of my childhood, because she was one of the first pets I had as a child. One day we started to notice a little lump on her stomach, we didn’t think too much about it , into about a month later when the lump grew drastically larger , we rushed her to the closest veterinarian hospital and found out that she was in the early stages of cancer , but the tumor was growing at a rapid paste, which meant that lady was going to have to get the tumor removed and treated in the very near future. The doctors explained to my grandmother that the price to get the tumor physically removed would be about $1,500, $3,000