Personal Narrative: My Six-Word Memoir

On September 8, 2008 I arrived to the hospital at six o 'clock in the morning to get induced to have my first daughter due to a blood clot I had in my leg. The nurses first told me to change into a gown. Shortly after they hooked me up to the monitors to hear the baby moving all around. Also to track her cute little heartbeat. Another one was to monitor my contraction and watch them on the screen.

Her treatment was very embarrassing and shameful for her because from that day on from meeting with her doctor, she had to have a daily injection of antibiotics in her buttocks for two weeks. She had to see her doctor for that shot during her lunch hour, before work or right after work so it was basically leaving her no time to herself. She had to get fourteen injections which had left a bruise. Even though it has been over a year she still needs to have blood tests every six months. She now has a new boyfriend but did not sleep with him for four months because she was frightened, stressed and depressed knowing she used to have syphilis.

It was only moments after when she felt it on her skin and began screaming. Jeanette’s mother extinguished the fire and asked the neighbors for a ride to the hospital, since her father had taken the car to work. Luckily, the doctors healed her terrible burns with many skin grafts. Such events were common for the Walls’. Several accidents had occurred to Jeanette’s siblings with resulted with them needing hospital care.

She had a bad experience with the hospital that she birthed her son and did not want that to happen again and she says, “I wanted something different for my life, for my son, and for my daughter, who later was born in a university hospital in Albuquerque (Harjo, 1991).” She got a good job that offered her insurance and when her daughter became pregnant she was going to give her what she never had but then her daughter had went into labor a month early having problems. Leading to a difficult labor but was different because she was surrounded by family unlike her mother who was alone. The young girl now a grandmother has grown into a better life for her and her

When my parents and grandmother reached the hospital, the doctors had already taken Ben back to begin surgery. A few hours later the surgery was a success and my brother had survived. The doctors had begun to relieve my family with a therapist. They reminded us how lucky we were that Ben was alive because if he didn’t reach the hospital within a certain time frame then we would have lost him and I would have lost my older brother and our lives would have been changed forever. After I graduate I plan on going into the nursing program and getting my Bachelors as an RN.

Her foster family has worked very hard to get her weight back up, give her the needed medications, and taken her to weekly vet visits. Luckily after all the care and love she received, Hannah was finally eating on her own without the tube and putting on weight. After a couple of weeks, she developed painful sores and irritated skin which led to massive hair loss. After running tests, the cause was uncertain but most likely a reaction to the medication she needed to stay alive. She now requires a special diet of organic grain free food, weekly vet visits, and more medication.

She was made for Kate, to be her life line. She made headlines a few years ago as the first “designer baby”. Her parents picked out the egg in Sarah that would close match Kate DNA, and spent nine months waiting for Anna to be porn. Born December 31 (not carrying about the prize if she was born five minutes later), they used the blood from the umbilical cord to save Kate the first time. The second time was when she was old enough to feel and know what was going on.

The 3rd grade to the 7th grade was one of the most dreadful times of my life. It all started when my 3rd grade teacher took me to a room where my parents were sitting in. She started talking to them about how I was always looking distracted or confused during test’s and assignments. She suggested that we go see a doctor about me having ADD or ADHD but at the time I had no idea what ADD was or if it would affect my life in the slightest. When we arrived at the doctors he started asking me many question about my day to day life.

This is for documentation as to reason why my daughter Cadence Lookabill has had so many unexcused absenses. Cadence has struggled with chronic allergies for years and with those allergies she has a lot of mucus which causes vomiting and diarrhea. I have taken her to the doctor for these issues and they just send her home saying there is nothing they can do, so I didn’t take her on those days. If she had strep throat or any other illness I did. Cadence was given notes for the dates in question, she did not get the notes to the appropriate person and after she failed to give them those notes she threw them away.

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.

One night I was rushed to the emergency room because I had an attack. The nurse drew up the medication and gave me an injection. I over heard her talking to another nurse saying I almost gave her too much medication. That could have been my last visit to the emergency room but I guess the Lord saw fit to keep me here. Upon returning home I was just as compromised as I was prior to going to the emergency room.

There’s nothing worse than waking up to find yourself a bloody, gassy mess. There’s also nothing worse than waking up in a hospital and seeing your doctor’s face, but the worst is learning that you have ulcerative colitis. After months of constant stomach aches and diarrhea, I finally had an answer. Ulcerative colitis. Before my diagnosis, I had never heard of it.

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.

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. The nurses said they would contact my doctor to inform him that he is needed at the hospital. An hour later the nurse came to check up on me then left the room. My father was out the room and overheard the nurses asked each other if they called the doctor yet. None of them called my doctor.