I then went to Ransom Middle School for sixth and eighth-grade because I had to be homeschooled again in seventh grade due to having a major surgery. I missed a lot of school growing up because of my cancer treatments and surgeries, but I never fell behind, and I always had teachers that looked out for me. For high school, I went to J.M. Tate High School, and graduated with highest honors. I loved school from kindergarten all the way through
I had no idea what he was talking about and asked him to explain. He told me that I had torn my ACL and that I would need surgery within the next couple of weeks, putting an end to my freshman year of softball. Through all the strength training before surgery, the actual surgery, through physical therapy for months afterwards, I realized I loved learning about how all the treatments and tape jobs worked and how they were done. I found myself asking questions about almost everything that was being done to me. Not just for my own injury, but just to gain knowledge about anything I could pick up.
I probably would have suffered in Hospice care for weeks or even months. And my family would have to watch that.” Because her cancer was so severe, if her cancer progressed symptoms may have been decreased ability to move around, trouble speaking, loss of memory and ability to form new memories, seizures, and painful
I did nursing assistant to take care of my disabled mother who passed away from cancer. It was a side job taking care of her while I worked in technology. Through this certification process, I learned a lot about outpatient care. I had the opportunity to work for Kindred hospital to gain the maximum experience to use for the care of my mother. After her death, I got more interested in pharmacy because the medication had prolonged her life and when the medication was cut on her because insurance did not cover her she passed away.
All the while I was breezing through endocrine therapies trying to find one to stabilize the cancer. Later, I became uncomfortable in my own skin as my outward appearance diminished under the guise of cancer. My joy has, undoubtedly, been on trial, but I don’t let the devil take it away. By God’s grace and the prayers and encouragement of my family and friends, I have gotten out of bed everyday and tackled whatever the day had to offer. I have been able to care for my family, worship, work and play under the undeserved grace of God.
I told myself that I was going to play the homecoming game because we were playing the worst team in the state and figured I couldn’t hurt myself any worse, failure number two. That game I ended up tearing my ACL on the 8th play of the game, and just like Tony Gwynn’s world, three strikes you’re out. Indeed I was, I was out for six months with five months of therapy. I was in a failure hole, and was looking to stay in that hole, but I soon realized that I can either sit and pout or come back better than I was the first time. My decision was to come back better, that was one step forward.
Brittany Maynard chose to the “Death with Dignity” option after learning that she only had six months to live after her brain cancer became more aggressive and turned to a grade 4 glioblastoma. She moved from California to Oregon in order to legally receive a prescription of a lethal dose of barbiturates. Oregonis one of five states in the U.S that has the passed the Death with Dignity Act. Brittany chose this option because she did not want to go through radiation or live the last of her days in pain while her family watched. Brittany stated, “Because the rest of my body is young and healthy, I m likely to physically hang on for a long time even though cancer is eating my mind, and my family would have to watch that,” (page 565).
Until one day, after a regular day of school, I am told by my mom that my father is sick. Okay, everyone gets sick, that is just a part of being human. As my mother continued to explain, she mentioned that my father will be starting chemotherapy this week to treat his lymphoma. As any teenage boy would do, I acted as though I was strong and unaffected, when in reality, I was confused. I’ve always heard about chemotherapy and other treatments, but
I no longer enjoyed thinking about the future because I didn’t know how long my dad would be in it; ALS patients can survive for a few short months or in rare cases decades. Watching him struggle to do simple tasks like walk and talk was devastating, but I had to be strong for him. My father required a lot of care as his disease progressed and I was always there for him in every way I could. My dad developed bronchitis eleven months after I received the news of his disorder. For patients with ALS breathing is typically a difficult task, having
My injury took me nearly two years to recover with surgery, physical therapy, and many mistrials, but eventurally I stepped back on the field. However, the only reason I was able to step back on the field was due to the compassion of my soccer leagues commisioners and coaches who allowed me to enter teams later and playing down at my phyiscal age group instead of my biological one to allow me to relearn how to move my body in an athletic way. Sports helped me heal and grow and I would love to spread my love for atheltics to
Working as a Phlebotomist there are many diseases and illnesses I am exposed to every day on the job. The scariest diseases I am exposed to are Hepatitis and Human Immunodeficiency Virus. Every Phlebotomist is supposed to be cautious about sticking every patient that we come into contact with, but over time many Phlebotomists develop bad habits and a form of
The forty-two day stay. “ Please Mom make it stop…” “ There there dear, It’ll be okay…” “ How do you know mom, it hurts so bad…” “ Trust me, you’ll be okay, I’m right here.” Two weeks into my senior year I severely ruptured my appendix, in the process of all that pain I figured out my passion for the rest of my life. It sounds like a cliche,“ I was hurt and I had an epiphany “ but what I went through was an actual life altering experience, its changed the way I used to view myself, most doctors and my future. I always knew I wanted to be a part of the medical field as my mother is currently, I just couldn’t commit to anything, after all there’s so many fields, but after my substantial amount of time in the hospital, I realized that I was meant to be a pediatric surgeon. I was meant to save children just like me.
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.