My eyes were closed. I could not move, but I could hear everything. Doctors were yelling and frantically scurrying all around me. I could hear the shouting of medicines and dosages as doctors pushed fluids into my IV. Suddenly, everything went blank, and that 's all I remember from my first hospitalization. Three surgeries to fix the structure of my hips, and months of life-threatening complications later, the memories are coming back in pieces. I remember the post-seizure fatigue that swept over me as a result of the drugs being pumped into my system. I remember the little girl whom I shared a room with and her plaid comforter that practically engulfed the entire hospital bed. However, most prominently, I remember the half smiles, the quickly wiped tears, and the exhausted sunken eyes of my mother. The events of the past few months were twisted around my ankles and dragged around their weight wherever I went. My friends were enjoying the beginning of the school year without me, and the discouraging weakness that comes with …show more content…
I might always have health issues, and I may not ever be able to relax. However, that struggle and that desire to overcome has inspired me not only to get back to the person I was before the surgeries, but to better myself because of it. It’s that drive that inspires me to stay up studying well after the sun has set, to endure the pain during my physical therapy sessions, and most importantly to see that everyone must overcome adversity no matter how much it may affect their life. I see the way my mother put her entire universe on hold to care for me, and how agonizing that must have been to watch her daughter nearly slip away. I see the little girl with the plaid comforter, she was so tough, hoisting a smile onto her face when the rest of her body was in so much pain. I see that when I fight I can survive and above all, I can thrive. My eyes have been
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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.
My mom at this time was already freaking out and in tears. We rushed my sister to the hospital and found out that, the influenza she had for about a week now, was strongly attacking her immune system, causing her muscles to weaken. That night was the first time I slept at a hospital; my mom and I were by my sister’s side as she was flat on a hospital bed, plugged
Nevertheless, I was optimistic and able to find the positive in my circumstances. The pain and fear I've faced throughout the years have inspired me to major in health in my undergraduate studies to later pursue a career in optometry. I want to attain a career in a profession where I can meaningfully contribute to individuals who have been impacted by the lack of health, especially the loss of eyesight. I don't want to see any human suffer through the same pain as my grandmother did. Being a caretaker for a disabled person was an eye opening experience.
It was under the most delicate of circumstances, when I realized what I was born to do for the rest of my life. It was march 2007, my grandfather was suffering from pneumonia and due to his deteriorating condition he was hospitalized. I had flown in from Toronto to be by his side. Sitting anxiously by his bedside with tears in my eyes wondering if I could do anything to make my grandfather feel better, I watched doctors come and go , updating us on his blood reports, EKGs, chest x-rays, ABGs, and at the same time constantly counseling my concerned family members. As they explained what they were doing to bring my grandfather to the path of recovery, I watched in utter fascination.
I was going to have to stay at the hospital for a few days until I was better. When I heard this, I got really scared. I had never spent the night in any place besides home before. Living in the hospital for three days wasn’t very fun. My mother stayed by my side day and night, while my other family members came to visit me occasionally.
It was a couple hours before we could see you again. They had taken you to the ICU and had gotten you set up before we saw you. When we finally got to see you, you were so swollen and bruised that we hardly recognized you. Every couple hours or so a nurse would come in and give you more sedatives and allergy medicine and every single time you woke up and fought us because the allergy
Chorus 7 weeks in the hospital, 80 stitches and a nasty scar. Endless nights filled with pain, days of hard work just to gain. Crawling, standing, walking, trying to run. Where is her hope at? When will this be done? Cooped up in the hospital, 80 stitches and a foot long scar.
Finish this. I still have to miss school or activities to spend the day at a medical center to receive medication. Throughout my hospital stays, doctor visits, and sick stay-at-home-days, it was immensely difficult for me to be positive and optimistic for the
My interest in Epilepsy started before I even began to get seizures, for the reason that my uncle and aunt used to get seizures too and my mom would give me brief stories of them. I have relentlessly gotten on my computer just to research news on interesting subjects, including Epilepsy; through this I have gained a lot of knowledge on various topics, sadly I don’t take the time to memorize every bit of detail. But I have learned that there is no cure for Epilepsy, just treatments, is caused by abnormal brain waves, and can last from two years to a lifetime. So I conducted a survey to see how much people knew about Epilepsy and how many have had any previous experience dealing with it, and since it is a very common disorder that affects any
It’s beyond a battle to make the best of my life with chronic illness. “Life is just not fair.” I am not always able to make plans because I don’t know if I will be able to follow through. I don’t know what the future holds because I have to take life as it comes. I can only be hopeful, and I am.
I have encountered a number of health issues, which have hindered my abilities to partake in many activities. As a naturally driven person, it was very difficult to accept the fact that, amongst other things, my schooling was being put at a standstill. I have blamed myself for the past few months, despite what everyone has told me: “it's not your fault,” “you couldn't control it,” “it's okay,” etc. I often question the actuality of what has developed over this past year, and I wonder “whether I could have altered the outcome?” However, as challenging as my life has been, I have come to accept that things do not always go as planned, and that you must always persevere.
I was told my mother was on her way and would meet me there. The two words, "Emergency Room" made me think football might be over, When we finally arrived at the hospital; the paramedics took me to an empty bed where my Mom was already waiting. I have never like hospitals, everyone always sounds like they are going to die and the constant long drawn out beeps from the heart monitors always going off. The smell in the hospital didn’t help either. The nurse came in with a needle that in my memory looked long enough to go through my arm. "
Starting to feel uneasy about this battle I grabbed my rifle for comfort. It felt weird that I look at my gun as a safe object. I laid back and sighed. I let my guard down for too long, I needed to get it up again.
“Health is a state of complete physical, mental and social well-being and not merely the absence of disease or infirmity” - World Health Organisation, 1946. Although there have been a number of ground breaking discoveries in science as a whole I strongly believe more can be done within neurology. Epilepsy affects more than 500,000 people in the UK that is almost one in every 100 people. I wish to study neuroscience as I would like to look into conditions such as this but also explore into neuroaesthetics. Having a close family member being diagnosed with epilepsy, I have been exposed to the fundamental importance of how to deal with seizures.