When I was in the second grade of school, my grandmother made fried chicken. I got so sick that my stomach was in prodigious amounts of pain and I was vomiting. My grandmother called my mother to let her know I was being taken to the hospital and why. My mom and I informed her she was over reacting; also, the pain and vomiting was probably just the stomach flu or food poisoning. My grandmother, having lost a son four months before I was born, didn’t take risk when it came to health.
They said to my mom that it would be awhile before I get help so they gave me a iPad and turned on the TV. Later they came back and the doctor came up too my mom and said it will only be about 20 more minutes and also the wound is so deep that we need to put two layers of stitches in. When they finally came back in they gave me another shot they said this one is going to make your body feel num. They came back ten minutes later to put the first layer of stitches in. Then they put the second layer of stitches in and I could feel them pulling on the string in my knee.
My mother knew that that day she was gonna have me, but she wanted to go through with the conference just to get it over with. The teacher that was giving them the conference knew that she was in pain mid way of the meeting and that's when she said that she was gonna go. After that my parents rushed to the hospital alone. I was the fourth, and last child to be born. At the time my oldest brother was 14, then sister was 12, and then my other brother was 9.
HISTORY Multiple Myeloma has been recognized since Ancient Times. The first recorded case was that of Sarah Newbury that was reported over a 170 years ago. She presented with bone pain and on one occasion her husband carried her from the fireplace to her bed, and she fractured two of her femurs. She continued to deteriorate and was finally hospitalized at St. Thomas Hospital in London and was treated with orange peel and infusion of rhubarb as well as narcotics. Unfortunately, she died just a few days later, and at autopsy it was found that she had a bone marrow that was very red and resembled that of Thomas Alexander McBean.
This disease is especially concerning for the elderly population. Among those killed was 68 year old mother and grandmother, Bertie Marble. On her second trip to the Flint Medical Center, Marble weakly told her daughter that she “didn 't know what was wrong.” She stayed in the hospital for weeks and died there after her heart had stopped twice. Although her death certificate read “cardiac arrest brought on by septic shock due to pneumonia”, deeper in her medical records legionella is mentioned multiple times. The legionella bacteria made its way into the hospital’s water system and had been infecting patients and others living in Flint.
This week I have seen a very interesting case at the Vine Clinic. A 17-year-old female who came in with her mother had a chief complain of joint pain and a severe headache uncontrolled by Ibuprofen. She has recently seen in the ER for joint pain. I observed my preceptor conducted a thorough history and physical exam. She started joint pain on the right side of her knee and then the pain migrated to the left side of her body and affecting all the major joints.
My mom was complaining of chest pains and shortness of breath, I knew something was up. My dad told me to go wake up my brother and get dressed, we were going to the hospital. The drive down there was almost something out of a movie, dense fog and light rain all in the middle of the night. The drive from our little cabin to a hospital took nearly thirty minutes, those seemed like the longest minutes of my life. That night I found out my mom had a heartattack.
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.
For example, Brittany Maynard (November 19, 1984 – November 1, 2014) was a woman with terminal brain cancer, which cannot be cured. She lived with unbearable pain such as constant headaches everyday of her life. She moved from California to Oregon where Physician-Assisted Suicide (PAS) is legal and began taking prescribed pills from her physician. “My body is young and healthy; I am likely to physically hang on for a long time even though cancer is eating my mind. I probably would have suffered in Hospice care for weeks or even months.
Maynard and Diaz had been married just over a year a year when she was diagnosed with cancer. Uprooting their lives in California to move to Oregon was challenging for their entire family. Like my daughter, all Americans should have the right to die with dignity "That was one of the worst things, having to leave our home at that time," Diaz told CNN 's Dr. Sanjay Gupta in 2016. "We move to Oregon; Brittany applies for this (lethal) medication; she puts it in the cupboard, and that 's it. "We continue doing everything we can to extend her life," Diaz said.
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.
However, a serious of avoidable and unfortunate events caused by my doctor and nurses lead me to have a horrifying experience. I went through a nightmare before I could hold my little angel. At first, the hospital took three days to admit me. I was told by my doctor to go to the hospital when the contractions were 5 minutes apart. Four days before my due date, the contractions started.