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.
He had symptoms right away, but stayed in the game. Four days later he went to a doctor complaining of headaches. They did tests and everything appeared normal. He was told to wait to play until symptoms went away. He did not listen to the advice given.
Weekly Self S.O.A.P - A. S- Discuss your SUBJECTIVE feelings for this week: This week was a hard one. I knew when I was assigned to the patient that it wasn’t going to be easy. I emotionally separated myself when I was taking care of the patient but when the family came into the room and starting telling stories of how wonderful the patient was; it was hard to separate my emotions from the job. I have volunteered for Hospice for years and have had experience talking with patient’s families but it was a gradually decline for the patient and the families learned to accept their loved one’s terminal illness. This case was just tragic.
In my freshman year of high school my mother was injured in an automobile accident. My mother was always fragile because of her pre-existing heart condition, atrial regurgitation. Due to the accident, she went into congestive heart failure. The only choice for her survival were to perform an open heart surgery. The next 14 hour were the most excruciating hours of my life,I had never been so terrified.
I never was hungry and I had to force myself to eat and she did not like the fact that sometimes I would skip a meal and still give her the milk. She said it's not healthy milk and she said she would prefer to give her formula instead of eating one per day and giving her milk. She works at the hospital and said she knows a lot of moms who the baby bit the nipples off or a whole bunch of stuff with breasts. She's been working at the hospital for about ten years and she said she has seen stuff happen to moms that breast fed or they are not heating healthy enough and the baby gets sick from the milk. It was hard for me to hold food down.
The surgery went fine but, the healing process the absolute worst. The nurses kept telling me that the more I tried to get through it the faster I would heal. I did whatever they told me and ended up out of the hospital in less that five days. I was back to normal in less than two weeks, although my mom was not convinced and I was not allowed to do basically anything. Courage is shown in the simplest things; I would not have been able to get through this without courage and hope.
Before it developed fully, she became weaker. It became harder for her to do everyday tasks like walking. Seeing her get frustrated and breakdown was very hard to see. It came to a point where she had to leave the house and go to the hospital. It took time for her to be diagnosed and it was very stressful for her.
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.
When Annabel Beam was five years old, her parents became concerned when she threw up constantly. Upon taking their daughter to the hospital, they discovered that Annabel has two rare conditions: pseudo-obstruction motility disorder and antral hypomotility disorder. These intestinal conditions resulted in Annabel’s intestine muscles failing to contract, which ultimately caused the muscles to believe that there was a blockage in her intestines. For the first years of her diagnosis, Annabel and her family prayed and hoped for a miracle. However, Annabel’s conditions continued to worsen.
For Eddie Turner, life began with adversity and misfortune. He had been born prematurely, weighing only four pounds at birth, and the first three years of his life were spent in and out of the hospital. As a result, his physical development was abnormally slow, and he remained quite sickly. It has been said that children can be extremely cruel, and as Eddie grew, so did his low self esteem. The other children in Eddie's neighborhood would taunt and mock him with persistent criticism, and his mother's overprotectiveness and coddling, only served to contribute to his weaknesses.
In 1966, while Dr. Oliver Sacks was on the staff of a New York hospital, he came across some very unusual patients. About a third of all victims died, and others could not sleep and so lost their lives as well. Still others fell into a deep coma in which they spent the rest of their lives. Ultimately, their long illness cost them a great deal because they never grew beyond the time almost fifty years before when they caught the disease. Most passed away in the years following their treatment, but they taught doctors much about chemical therapy and gave new insights into how the human brain works.
The pain did not go away. I was at the doctor again the next week for worrying back pain starting. The pain was near my kidneys which was not only worrying me, but everyone else. After a many doctor visits, my mom was worried about me for a completely different reason. She thought I was missing too much school.
Premature, Linda weighted 4 pounds and 2 ounces. Linda spent 2 weeks in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit (NICU) for extensive treatment. Linda’s mother couldn’t afford the proper medical treatment during her pregnancy therefore Linda was born underweight. Diagnosed with a congenital heart defect, Linda had a catheter procedure at 6 months old. During the time, it was difficult for Christine to work and care for Linda.
When I was in third grade, I was diagnosed with a medical condition that required me to go to Children’s Hospital in Pittsburgh multiple times per month. It was boring, annoying, and sometimes painful. I never enjoyed going and that didn’t change as I got older. But when I just started going, I was very sick. Between the one hundred two-degree fever I had and the amount of blood they had to take out of me for tests, I felt miserable.
The first couple times his mother brought him into the hospital she was told that he was just teething, then they took x-rays to see if he had any broken bones and he did not so they again, sent him home. After about almost two months of Kian still not getting any better his mom; being from Newcastle, brought him to the city’s Royal Victorian Infirmary. When he got there the first thing they did was draw blood, but it was very difficult because his blood was colting instantly. Right away when Kian came in the doctors thought that it was a bone infection that Kian had so they kept him in overnight for observation. After the blood tests came back the doctors discovered the horrific truth that Kian had cancerous cells in his body.