I had spine surgery on June 13th, 2017 because I had scoliosis. Scoliosis is an abnormal lateral curvature of the spine, which means that my spine was not straight. I found out that I had scoliosis when I was eleven years old and it changed my life. I had to wear an unbelievably, uncomfortable brace at night and go to the doctor every few months. It was all going fine until I had a few growth spurts.
I chose this topic for a personal reason. One personal reason is because I was an eight-month-old baby when I was first placed in foster care. I was taken away from my biological mother when she decided to take me to the hospital. Once there the hospital staff diagnosed me with a severe bronchial infection on top of a severe skull fracture. When asked my biological mother couldn’t explain what happened and had multiple men that were not my biological father trying to give a reason for what had happened.
To become an orthopedic surgeon, the physician must now overcome the next obstacle along the path….residency and specialization. For a physician to specialize in general surgery alone, he must complete five to six years of residency. Residency is where the physician is training in a specified area of medicine and making the important decisions regarding patient care. In residency, doctors work many hours and are on call most of the time. According to Dr. Heller, you don’t “get much sleep during residency, but most of us were young, energetic, and passionate about what [they] were doing, so [they] survived” (77).
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).
Lydia is a 45-year-old woman, who has been paralyzed for over six months due to a car accident. Since then, she can only communicate through nodding her head, and also has been on a ventilator for respiratory assistance and receiving tube feedings at Little Falls Hospital. Moreover, she was diagnosed and treated successfully for breast cancer before the accident. The medical staffs are uncertain as to whether she can understand what is going on to make any decisions about her life. An advance directive has been located however, a copy could not be found.
My interest in critical care began when I was 10 years old when my father was admitted to the intensive care unit at Highland Hospital after undergoing a triple coronary bypass surgery. At that time I did not know the extent of my father’s condition. My family and I did not know what was going on. At times, my family and I were afraid because we did not know if my father would survive. My father was vulnerable, but my family was vulnerable as well.
I woke up with my leg wrapped up all the way up to my thigh. While my mom and I waited a few more hours, we had some laughs until the doctor came and checked me out. Then we were on our way. We went home and mom helped me into the house. I laid on the couch and wouldn’t talk, so my mom made me a hot pocket to make me feel better.
I felt sick and my lower stomach was cramping. I went into the hospital, just to be safe. Sure, enough I was 4 centimeters dilated now. They hooked me back up to the machines and gave me an epidural. 22 hours rolled around, and it was finally time to push.
When I was around ten years old, I broke my femur skiing. It was a pretty bad break, and I ended up having to stay in the hospital for two and half weeks in traction, and then a body cast for four months, followed by extensive rehab and physical therapy. This injury played a huge role in my life and is actually what motivated me to go into the health care industry, specifically nursing. Because of my injury, I wasn’t able to go to school for a lot of that time. I had two tutors that would come and help me with school.
Well, my mistake is being stupid on an electric scooter, I didn’t even have the scooter for 24 hours and I had already crashed it. Let me tell you about it. It was three years ago during the summer, I had some money that I could spend and I had been looking at getting an electric scooter for while. A lot of my friends had one they all told me that I should get one, so eventually I saved up enough money and my parents
In December of 2008, I completed a Certified Nursing Assistant and Patient Care Technician course at Pima Community College in Tucson, AZ. I applied for my CNA License after passing my exam but, was denied at that time. The state board stated that not enough time after absolute discharge had passed for a 2001 felony conviction (I needed to wait 5 years after complete discharge and it had only been 4 years). Even though I did not get my CNA license at the time, I was still given a chance to work at a local hospital as a PCT, because a CNA license was not required for employment and I had already received my Level One Fingerprint Clearance card under the Good Cause Exemption from Arizona Department of Pubic Safety. I have been working at this
On New Year 's Day, she found out that she had brain cancer. After multiple procedures to remove part of the tumor, Maynard learned that it had come back and was more aggressive. Doctors said she had fewer than six months to live. Brittany Maynard 's true legacy "I do not want to die. But I am dying," she wrote in an emotional essay for CNN in October 2014.
He was only 18 months old when he was given the diagnoses. The only parts in his body that were tumor free were his hands and his feet; His mom (Kat) just about fainted when the doctors showed her the scans of her little boy and all the black masses in his body. “They were in his spine, arms, legs, adrenal glands, lymph nodes, and in his skull and the doctors did not know if he would live”(Lucy Laing). Kian had to endure ten weeks of chemotherapy and surgery due to neuroblastoma. Kian’s mom quotes,“When the doctors said that they couldn’t see any tumors any more, it was such a relief.
He reminded her of the instruction he gave her. The instructions for the nurse was to turn on the epidural machine after I started to feel discomfort. This was a way to measure how much medication I needed. This nurse forgot to turn on the machine that administers the medication. Eight hours later, I was fully dilated and ready to start pushing, but I had to wait another six hours before the doctor would show up.